A/N: I do not own InvaderZIM and JtHM. They belong to thier rightfull owners. besides, if I did own them, why would they be on ? Also Johnny is a bit OOC...

Hello, I'm Molly; I'm going to be telling you a story. It's about me, and the insane encounters that I have had in this darn city, Detroit Michigan. I guess for you to fully understand how I ended up here, I should tell you about when I was young, thirteen to be more exact. When I was first a teen, I had my eyes set on the one thing I wanted to do: directing. When it finally came for me to go to college, we did not have enough money for me to take that road, we did however, have enough for me to take… whatever major it's called, I really didn't care what it was called, all I knew is that I had to teach, and that I wouldn't be able to follow my dream… but that's all in the past. Anyway, when I got to the collage, the professors thought I was "To in the Goth scene" to be a teacher. I for one did not understand why they thought I was Goth (Well… maybe I do…. I wear black make-up, black clothes, into dark comedy, and my hair is red…), and I flipped him off as soon as he said that… it got me transferred. Now I'm at the local community college, also I'm supposed to go to the local school to student teach. So that's how I ended up here.

Inside of my yellow bug (Yeah I drive a yellow bug. Get over it), I have all of my stuff, which isn't much, a week's worth of clothes , two pairs of shoes, three jackets, and some make-up, and in the front seat were my sketch books, text books, and some school supplies. I decided to take a look at the school that I would be student teaching, thank goodness I had that voice activated GPS that my friend had made for me.

I activated the microphone, "Take me to the local school please!"

"Calculating"

I turned off the mic, and drove off. About five minutes later, I saw a medium sized building, I guessed it was the school but the sign had school spelled S-K-O-O-L, which I thought was strange. After driving around the parking lot, I decided to go and find my apartment building (I couldn't afford a dorm room, so I rented an apartment not too far away from the college.)

"Take me to the "Horribly out of shape" apartment building"

"Calculating"

The GPS took me through a… strange looking part of town. Kinda dark, all too quiet, but hey, I like my towns that way. Too many of them are happy sunshine prettiness for me, but what really caught my attention, was this little boarded up shack; it had dirt for a lawn, and a little sign that said "keep off the soil". I chuckled.

"Well isn't that quaint."

After driving about ten more minutes, I finally made it to my new apartment. Next to the building was a particular little residence, green walls, and a purple roof, plus a HUGE satellite dish, and…. lawn gnomes? I shrugged it off, and grabbed my luggage. I made my way for the check-in, got my room key, and went up to my new apartment. It was a one room apartment, I didn't mind, I like small spaces. After I had put everything away, I heard my stomach growl loudly.

"Hmmm… I wonder if this town has a Taco Hell." I took a jacket off of one of the hooks on my door, grabbed my bag, and walked outside. "Brrrr, it's cold out here!" I shivered. I started my car and went back inside for ten minutes, so my car could warm up. After it had warmed up, I told my GPS to find a Taco Hell. I drove around for fifteen minutes, and I had made it to a Taco Hell. "Hooray! Taco time!" I cheered, jumping out of the car. I realized that I had done that, so I nonchalantly walked to the front of the store. I had ordered a small taco, medium fries, and a large cherry cola. There was only one both left, 'thank goodness there's a seat left!' I thought. I sat down and started eating, the only thing I was aware of was my food, and the bell on the door that rang every time the door opened (Every Taco Hell has one). It quickly rang, which is strange, the bells usually go ring ri ring ring ring, but this time it went ring ri. I paid no mind, all I could do was eat my taco. I heard some stomps, so I looked up. I saw a tall, pale, darkly dressed; tired looking man, then I looked around. No tables left, well except for the open half of the booth I was sitting in.

"Sir, do you need a seat?" I asked him, he just shot me a long glare. It was as if he was trying to inspect me. He eventually did sit down. It was getting a little awkward, so I decided to start a little chat "So… what's your name?"

He looked at me for a long, long, time. After which he spoke "Johnny." I wasn't sure, but I could just barely detect some… paranoia… or was it annoyance… a mix of the two? I hate things I can't understand…

"Oh nice name, mine is Molly."

"Thanks… you too"

Things got really quiet after that, and Johnny kept staring at me, examining me. I finished my food, and I almost left, but… "Johnny, I think you're a pretty neat guy. Can I call you sometime?" Then it hit my mind like a ton of bricks 'What the HECK are you thinking! You barely know this guy!', but I told myself to shut up. As you can see, I have issues with myself… no you don't… SHUT UP! NO YOU… ooops sorry we're off track… anyway… Johnny scribbled something on a napkin, handed it to me, and left. "What an interesting guy!"

When I got back home, I washed my make-up off, put on pajamas, and looked at my schedule. The next three days (Today is Saturday) I have to student teach, then I don't have anything, then Friday and next Saturday I have regular classes.

"Better get to sleep" I said to myself, I yawned, and turned off the light. It was a long day today… I can only imagine what it's going to be like at the "Skool"…

A/N: Sooooo... watcha think? I like it :D