This story is meant to be a warm up exercise for me in writing, since I haven't written anything fanfiction that I've published before. Because of the nature of the story, only a Zim and Dib friendship is present. I'll come up with more smutty works later on.
In the meantime, any sort of feedback is highly encouraged and will help me write some more.
All Zim could see was the hazy, red sky glaring in through the classroom windows during another one of Ms. Bitters's lectures. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon, and Zim still had two hours of classroom time to sit through. All he could think about was the tests he had to perform on some squirrels Gir had found skittering around his yard the other night. Gir had talked about squirrels all the time, but Zim really had no idea just what kind of creatures they were. He wanted to find out why Gir had talked about them all the time and why they had made Gir misbehave so much.
"Doom, Doom, DOOM...!" Ms. Bitters was letting that dreaded word slither from between her teeth in her usual, annoying, dark fashion. Zim was irritated at letting the words affect his train of thought.
Zim looked down at his desk top, dreading having to wait for those next two hours. He laid his forehead down on the desk and shut his eyes. Maybe he could think more clearly if he didn't have the sight of Ms. Bitters skittering around the classroom in her boots, repeating the word "doom" over and over in that sinister voice of hers. Being able to filter out that scratchy voice was a skill Zim learned to acquire after being in that classroom for nearly a year, and he wasn't about ready to lose it today when he had so much to plan ahead for.
On the opposite side of the classroom, Dib had been playing with his pencil. He noticed a slight movement from Zim out of the corner of his eye and saw him rest his head against the desk top. Dib scowled, frustrated that Zim's apparent nodding off in class had gone unnoticed by Ms. Bitters. As Ms. Bitters continued repeating "doom" over and over again, Dib sunk back into his seat. He then started thinking about Zim.
If only there was a way to embarrass him in class, then maybe I could catch him off guard and expose him…
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Everyone sitting in the classroom jumped as Mr. Elliot, one of the many skool teachers, stepped into the classroom.
"Gwuh! I'm awake, I'm awake! I swear I was awake!" Zim started waving his hands frantically in the air. His eyes darted around nervously, looking at the classmates and two teachers that just stared at him. Zim then jumped on top of his desk and turned towards his classmates.
"Oh how awake I was," Zim continued, pointing his finger at the students in the class. "You all have NOTHING on ZIM! NOTHING! All of you human pig-smellies only WISH you could be as amazing as ME! ZIM!" He pumped his fists in the air, throwing a triumphant smile on his face. Ms. Bitters glared at the tiny, disguise-clad alien, and uttered a fierce, low pitched snarl. Zim quickly hopped back down from the desk top and turned his attention towards Mr. Elliot, still standing in the doorway. He stood perplexed at Zim's odd outburst, but finally collected himself as Zim stared blankly at him.
"Hi, kids!" Mr. Elliot's voice was always ecstatic sounding, peppering in enthusiasm wherever it could to make his voice sound even cheerier. It was disturbing to the children, all of whom were well adjusted to Ms. Bitters's harsh way of speaking.
Mr. Elliot, unperturbed by the lack of enthusiasm by the students, continued on. "How are you, kids? Learning about any exciting stuff today?"
One of the kids sitting in class, Melvin, raised his hand and spoke out. "Not really, we're learning about our doomed lives and how we'll all end up being slaves to the capitalistic corporate system and end up as worthless failures." Melvin stared straight back at Mr. Elliot, who looked a bit perturbed at what he had heard.
Ms. Bitters finally spoke up. "Come on, now, I don't have all day to waste with you chit chatting with my students! What do you want?"
Mr. Elliot started feeling uncomfortable in the classroom. He cleared his throat and continued on as all the eyes in the classroom were fixated on him. "Well, as you know, kids, we're in the middle of the skool year. This means it's time for our annual Spelling Bee!"
Most of the kids let out an exasperated groan. The vast majority of kids hated the Spelling Bee, mostly because they hated having to spell just to get the approval of various skool teachers. They also hated having to put up with the ridicule from their fellow peers for spelling common words terribly. Not to mention they had to think! Thinking was always hard.
Mr. Elliot, unfazed by the groans coming from the class, continued on. "As you know, each class will have a showdown to determine the top two spellers from the class. These two spellers will then compete in the skool Spelling Bee, where the winning student will go on to compete in other Spelling Bees and become the champion!"
Dib raised his hand and spoke. "Mr. Elliot, why do we have to do this stupid thing every year? All the same people always win and clearly it's humiliating to a lot of us."
Mr. Elliot looked towards Dib's direction and suddenly put on a grin. " Well, Dib, spelling bees are great for building vocabulary and making new friends! Don't you want to meet some like-minded crazy-I mean, uh, intelligent kids like yourself?"
Dib looked up at Mr. Elliot. "Not really..."
Mr. Elliot's face fell.
"The Almighty ZIM has a question, Mr. Teacher Human," Zim spoke out. All eyes in the classroom fell upon Zim as he continued to speak. "This...Spelling Bee...what do you do to win it? And what DO you win?"
"Oh gosh, Zim, that's easy!" Mr. Elliot's face perked up as there was finally one student interested in the cause he so fervently promoted every year. "You earn all of the respect of your fellow classmates and teachers, and all you have to do is spell words! It's incredibly easy, educational, and fun!"
"Earn respect, eh?" Zim looked to the side and started rubbing his hands together. He began to imagine himself standing on a stage in the skool auditorium, wearing a crown and holding a trophy with a bee positioned on top. Hundreds of classmates were below the stage in the audience, bowing down and chanting his name over and over.
Zim, Zim, Zim... Zim stood before them with his head held high and a smug smile. The chanting continued.
Zim snapped himself out of his daydream and began to chuckle to himself. Mr. Elliot then looked at the clock on the wall above him. "Well, class, I've got to go. But remember, spelling is fun! And don't feel afraid to have fun!" He then quickly dashed out of the classroom. Quiet footsteps could be heard walking away from Ms. Bitters's classroom and into another, and Mr. Elliot's greeting to the next class could be heard. Ms. Bitters made her way up to the front of the classroom and slammed the door shut, startling Zim once more. Zim made no attempt to make himself act like he was paying attention this time around, and instead focused his attention on Ms. Bitters.
"Now, as I was saying...doom, doom, DOOM!"
Ms. Bitters then began pacing around the class once more. Zim sighed and put his head back down on his desk. It was going to be a long two hours.