The Real ZAGR
Disclaimer: Invader Zim DOES NOT belong to me...
A/N: What can I say; I think I'm a ZAGR addict! Actually, I like all the romances, RaPR, ZaDr! I just can't write any of those. I'm not talented enough! Now, I wanted to try and make a realistic Zim and Gaz romance! I like all the ones that are out there, but they are all normally angsty! Yes, even I, me, perfect ZB, have written one of those. (Which I am very proud of, so P) Anyways...this is Gaz's first year in the 'Hi Skool'.... As you can tell! So read, and enjoy it! I COMMAND YOU TO ENJOY!
Looming on the horizon was a large red brick building. A football/track field was off to the right, while a baseball diamond sat on the left. A cement sign sat out in the front, surrounded by dirt with twigs sticking out of it. "HI SKOOL" were the words scribed into the gray block.
Standing on the path in front of the skool, were two figures.
One was a tall, thin boy with a large pair of glasses over brown eyes. He wore a black trench coat and a dark green shirt underneath. His lower half wardrobe consisted of blue jeans and large black boots. Oh yeah, on the side note his head was pretty big. "My head's not big!"
The other person was a short, pale, thin female with spiky purple hair pulled back into a ponytail and some strands hanging over around her face. You couldn't really see her eyes. She was wearing a large black T-shirt over a purple long sleeved shirt and black jeans. "Dib. I have finally decided that there isn't a god."
Dib, or the boy, looked at her. "What?"
"You heard me. If there was a god, I wouldn't be stuck coming to this place." She continued.
"Aw, Gaz. High School isn't that bad, I mean, I made it through my first year." Dib said, reassuringly.
"I never said that High School was bad, but the fact that I have to be around you again is sickening." Gaz said impassively, before taking off towards the building.
Dib stood there, confused.
Gaz crossed her arms as she waited for her guide to come. A few kids stood next to her, chatting. "Please don't let my guide be Dib, please don't let my guide be Dib," she silently pleaded.
The people around her fell silent and Gaz saw why. Their guide was there. A tall, green skinned boy. Some kind of horrible looking Elvis style hair, and large bluish eyes.
He wore a fuchsia tank top over a melon colored long sleeved shirt. Black gloves, boots and pants.
"Hello and welcome to Hi Skool," he said quickly. "I am ZIM! Your guide pig on your first horrible adventure into this poorly run learning facility."
A few of the others fidgeted, but Gaz was used to rants like this.
"Let's see. While you're in Hi Skool, you will learn about the greatness of Zim. You will love Zim. YOU WILL OBEY HIM!!! Me...." Zim blinked.
One of the blonde girls, standing near Gaz, smirked. "Loser!" She made the sign with her hand.
Zim scowled, "No! Zim is not this loser. You feel honored in the presence of my greatness!!!!!"
"Yeah right," she said before walking away. Most of the group followed her, besides Gaz and some other dorky looking kids.
Gaz had a small smile, when she heard a familiar voice. "And that, is Zim. He's an ALIEN! Stay away from him. He might try and....Eat your brains or something!"
Dib was leading another small group.
"Your head is too big for your brain Dib!" Zim snapped back.
"My head's not big!" Dib yelled defensively.
"Your voices are REALLY annoying." Gaz stated, causing Zim and Dib both to look at her.
She then turned and walked towards a soda machine. Pushing two quarters into the slot, she chose a Dr. Poop. She pulled out the red can, and looked back at her brother and Zim. They were glaring at each other, fists clenched. Gaz started to shake the soda up as she walked back.
"Are you guys still choosing to be annoying?" She asked, as she stopped next to them.
"Gaz! This is not annoying, this is business fo-!" Dib yelped as a spray of soda hit him and set him flying backwards.
Zim smiled at his enemies state, and then saw Gaz aim the soda at him. Before he could react, the spray of sugar and caffeine hit him, causing his skin to burn. The green skinned boy fell back and started to shriek in agony.
Then Gaz turned and looked at a few of the other students, who quickly ran off.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!" Zim was rolling around on the grass, while Dib tenderly picked grass off of his jacket.
Gaz was now sitting in a large auditorium, listening to some really big guy, wearing a jersey that said Torque, and a really bad haircut talk about joining sports. "Yeah, if you join sports, then you can..........You can.........."
He soon left the stage, and a group of girls got up on the stage. They were wearing tight white belly shirts that had brown around the wrists, neck, and the bottom on the shirt. Walnuts was also written across the chest. They were also wearing brown pleated skirts, white knee socks and white tennis shoes. "My name's Jessica, and I'm the cheerleader captain! We're here to tell you how you should join and stuff, though; none of you will ever be as cool as me. So, without having to explain in long boring words, we shall show you how cool we are, so that you want to be one of us!"
With that, other girls started to assemble on the stage. The lights went out in the gym, except for over the stage.
Then, the music started.
"Come my lady, come come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby."
The cheerleaders went into some freakish looking dance, that, if Gaz was a guy, might have cared.
A few minutes later, all the males in the room had nosebleeds, and most of the girls had stars in their eyes. Gaz, on the other hand, was trying to figure out if there was a law against killing cheerleaders.
After the cheerleaders left the stage, the principal walked out with toilet paper shoved into both nostrils. He was a tall, balding man wearing a very ugly gray suit. "Well, that was a great performance! Yes, now, just a reminder, at least one extracurricular activity is required! So, go riot on trying to get the bests ones!" With those last words, the auditorium suddenly was emptied as the high schoolers rushed to the gym to sign up.
Gaz followed the stampede of students into a large dry wall room with plastic floors. Some basketball hoops were hanging down, and it pretty much looked like a normal gym, besides the large mural of the school mascot, Chip the Acorn.
Gaz walked past the more populated sign up areas, and over to a deserted part of the gym. "Graphic Arts Club" were the words on top of the sheet of paper. So far, there were a few names. Gaz quickly signed up, and then looked for a clock. Hopefully, they'd let out soon.
She felt someone looking at her, and turned to look into a familiar pair of blue eyes. "What do you want?"
Zim crossed his arms, "I'm supposed to welcome new members."
"What are you, the president?" Gaz asked, thinking of the pros and cons if he was.
"Not yet," Zim looked at Gaz, "but do not fear, soon, my incredible persuasive Zimness shall have everyone begging me to lead their pathetic lives!"
"Has anyone ever told you that you are really annoying?"
"Zim is not annoying! Zim is your object of undying devotion!" Zim boasted, smirking.
"Look, Dib's got an autopsy table!" Gaz said, faking shock.
"What?!" Zim looked around panicked, as Gaz started to laugh.
Zim turned around, glaring at Gaz, "you think you have humiliated Zim?! Ha! I laugh at your pitiful attempt...at humiliation and stuff."
Gaz stopped laughing, and opened one eye to stare at Zim, who started to fidget under her gaze. "Why are you in the Graphic Arts Club anyways? Shouldn't you be in an alien club or something?"
"Why would I be in an alien club? I am not alien, I AM PERFECTLY NORMAL!" Zim said loudly, looking around.
Gaz's brow furrowed, "you didn't answer my other question."
"I don't have to tell you," Zim said like a spoiled kid, and crossed his arms.
Gaz sighed, when a ringing sound reached her ear. The bell, finally, this horrible half first day was over. She turned and walked towards the bright green exit sign, heading out into the sunlight and away from the horrible building. "That place has to be ten times worse then being in a room full of Dib's." She thought out that statement, "nah, maybe not."
Disclaimer: Invader Zim DOES NOT belong to me...
A/N: What can I say; I think I'm a ZAGR addict! Actually, I like all the romances, RaPR, ZaDr! I just can't write any of those. I'm not talented enough! Now, I wanted to try and make a realistic Zim and Gaz romance! I like all the ones that are out there, but they are all normally angsty! Yes, even I, me, perfect ZB, have written one of those. (Which I am very proud of, so P) Anyways...this is Gaz's first year in the 'Hi Skool'.... As you can tell! So read, and enjoy it! I COMMAND YOU TO ENJOY!
Looming on the horizon was a large red brick building. A football/track field was off to the right, while a baseball diamond sat on the left. A cement sign sat out in the front, surrounded by dirt with twigs sticking out of it. "HI SKOOL" were the words scribed into the gray block.
Standing on the path in front of the skool, were two figures.
One was a tall, thin boy with a large pair of glasses over brown eyes. He wore a black trench coat and a dark green shirt underneath. His lower half wardrobe consisted of blue jeans and large black boots. Oh yeah, on the side note his head was pretty big. "My head's not big!"
The other person was a short, pale, thin female with spiky purple hair pulled back into a ponytail and some strands hanging over around her face. You couldn't really see her eyes. She was wearing a large black T-shirt over a purple long sleeved shirt and black jeans. "Dib. I have finally decided that there isn't a god."
Dib, or the boy, looked at her. "What?"
"You heard me. If there was a god, I wouldn't be stuck coming to this place." She continued.
"Aw, Gaz. High School isn't that bad, I mean, I made it through my first year." Dib said, reassuringly.
"I never said that High School was bad, but the fact that I have to be around you again is sickening." Gaz said impassively, before taking off towards the building.
Dib stood there, confused.
Gaz crossed her arms as she waited for her guide to come. A few kids stood next to her, chatting. "Please don't let my guide be Dib, please don't let my guide be Dib," she silently pleaded.
The people around her fell silent and Gaz saw why. Their guide was there. A tall, green skinned boy. Some kind of horrible looking Elvis style hair, and large bluish eyes.
He wore a fuchsia tank top over a melon colored long sleeved shirt. Black gloves, boots and pants.
"Hello and welcome to Hi Skool," he said quickly. "I am ZIM! Your guide pig on your first horrible adventure into this poorly run learning facility."
A few of the others fidgeted, but Gaz was used to rants like this.
"Let's see. While you're in Hi Skool, you will learn about the greatness of Zim. You will love Zim. YOU WILL OBEY HIM!!! Me...." Zim blinked.
One of the blonde girls, standing near Gaz, smirked. "Loser!" She made the sign with her hand.
Zim scowled, "No! Zim is not this loser. You feel honored in the presence of my greatness!!!!!"
"Yeah right," she said before walking away. Most of the group followed her, besides Gaz and some other dorky looking kids.
Gaz had a small smile, when she heard a familiar voice. "And that, is Zim. He's an ALIEN! Stay away from him. He might try and....Eat your brains or something!"
Dib was leading another small group.
"Your head is too big for your brain Dib!" Zim snapped back.
"My head's not big!" Dib yelled defensively.
"Your voices are REALLY annoying." Gaz stated, causing Zim and Dib both to look at her.
She then turned and walked towards a soda machine. Pushing two quarters into the slot, she chose a Dr. Poop. She pulled out the red can, and looked back at her brother and Zim. They were glaring at each other, fists clenched. Gaz started to shake the soda up as she walked back.
"Are you guys still choosing to be annoying?" She asked, as she stopped next to them.
"Gaz! This is not annoying, this is business fo-!" Dib yelped as a spray of soda hit him and set him flying backwards.
Zim smiled at his enemies state, and then saw Gaz aim the soda at him. Before he could react, the spray of sugar and caffeine hit him, causing his skin to burn. The green skinned boy fell back and started to shriek in agony.
Then Gaz turned and looked at a few of the other students, who quickly ran off.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! IT BURNS!!!!!!!!!" Zim was rolling around on the grass, while Dib tenderly picked grass off of his jacket.
Gaz was now sitting in a large auditorium, listening to some really big guy, wearing a jersey that said Torque, and a really bad haircut talk about joining sports. "Yeah, if you join sports, then you can..........You can.........."
He soon left the stage, and a group of girls got up on the stage. They were wearing tight white belly shirts that had brown around the wrists, neck, and the bottom on the shirt. Walnuts was also written across the chest. They were also wearing brown pleated skirts, white knee socks and white tennis shoes. "My name's Jessica, and I'm the cheerleader captain! We're here to tell you how you should join and stuff, though; none of you will ever be as cool as me. So, without having to explain in long boring words, we shall show you how cool we are, so that you want to be one of us!"
With that, other girls started to assemble on the stage. The lights went out in the gym, except for over the stage.
Then, the music started.
"Come my lady, come come my lady. You're my butterfly, sugar baby."
The cheerleaders went into some freakish looking dance, that, if Gaz was a guy, might have cared.
A few minutes later, all the males in the room had nosebleeds, and most of the girls had stars in their eyes. Gaz, on the other hand, was trying to figure out if there was a law against killing cheerleaders.
After the cheerleaders left the stage, the principal walked out with toilet paper shoved into both nostrils. He was a tall, balding man wearing a very ugly gray suit. "Well, that was a great performance! Yes, now, just a reminder, at least one extracurricular activity is required! So, go riot on trying to get the bests ones!" With those last words, the auditorium suddenly was emptied as the high schoolers rushed to the gym to sign up.
Gaz followed the stampede of students into a large dry wall room with plastic floors. Some basketball hoops were hanging down, and it pretty much looked like a normal gym, besides the large mural of the school mascot, Chip the Acorn.
Gaz walked past the more populated sign up areas, and over to a deserted part of the gym. "Graphic Arts Club" were the words on top of the sheet of paper. So far, there were a few names. Gaz quickly signed up, and then looked for a clock. Hopefully, they'd let out soon.
She felt someone looking at her, and turned to look into a familiar pair of blue eyes. "What do you want?"
Zim crossed his arms, "I'm supposed to welcome new members."
"What are you, the president?" Gaz asked, thinking of the pros and cons if he was.
"Not yet," Zim looked at Gaz, "but do not fear, soon, my incredible persuasive Zimness shall have everyone begging me to lead their pathetic lives!"
"Has anyone ever told you that you are really annoying?"
"Zim is not annoying! Zim is your object of undying devotion!" Zim boasted, smirking.
"Look, Dib's got an autopsy table!" Gaz said, faking shock.
"What?!" Zim looked around panicked, as Gaz started to laugh.
Zim turned around, glaring at Gaz, "you think you have humiliated Zim?! Ha! I laugh at your pitiful attempt...at humiliation and stuff."
Gaz stopped laughing, and opened one eye to stare at Zim, who started to fidget under her gaze. "Why are you in the Graphic Arts Club anyways? Shouldn't you be in an alien club or something?"
"Why would I be in an alien club? I am not alien, I AM PERFECTLY NORMAL!" Zim said loudly, looking around.
Gaz's brow furrowed, "you didn't answer my other question."
"I don't have to tell you," Zim said like a spoiled kid, and crossed his arms.
Gaz sighed, when a ringing sound reached her ear. The bell, finally, this horrible half first day was over. She turned and walked towards the bright green exit sign, heading out into the sunlight and away from the horrible building. "That place has to be ten times worse then being in a room full of Dib's." She thought out that statement, "nah, maybe not."