I hate living here, why do I have to? What's so important about me? It's not like I'm some kind of princess or anything. Why won't they let me leave? I'm miserable here, my sister hates me, the tallests are ruining the planet, and zim is the only person I have that likes me at all. I wish my life was as good as princess Marz's probably is. I would at least like to be an invader so I can get off of this dreadful planet. But no, Red and Purple say I'm to short, I thought while lying in bed.
Once I was willing to get up for the first time today and go outside someone yelled my name. It was Zim, no surprise to me. "Tekk!" He ran up to me looking very excited.
"What?!" I said mimicking the excitement in his voice. "Did you hear? Today their announcing who the invaders for independing doom 2 are."
"I know what your thinking, don't get your hopes up."
"Why not?"
"Because, if they say I'm to short to be an invader, there's no chance for you."
I said while using hand gestures to show height difference. "Besides, remember last time they gave you a chance despite the fact you spent three days arguing with them claiming your not short?" He crossed his arms. "Shut up!" I started laughing at how childish he was acting. Soon I stopped teasing him and we forgot about it.
When we did remember the assigning it had already started. Zim insisted I went so I followed him to his voot cruiser. "Are you sure you want to go up there? You'll embarrass yourself."
"Yes I'm sure."
"But if go to the assigning I know you'll go up on that stage, beg Red and Purple to let you in, and get laughed at by millions of-" Zim put his hand on my mouth. "Shut up," he pulled his hand away. "I got this."