Author's Note: This is the first chapter and it might seem a little strange. Zim is definitely out of character here and I have used some quotes and references from some of the episodes. If you have any feedback, please share with me but please keep it light.
It was the first day of skool.
He was walking to skool, carrying his book bag, head held up high. He stops at by at the red stop sign to see pedestrians walking by. As the light turns green, the innocent little green boy crosses the street and continues his journey to his nightmarish place. Summer was over and it seemed like it was bad news for him because he would have to face another year of teasing and constant criticism from the people that he despised most but, he still continued on his way.
Maybe things would be different.
He hoped to have a good skool year this year and would finally gain the respect that he so rightly deserved. It was just so hard for this "person" to have the confidence to remain within himself since his self- esteem was so low. He was banished from his own home because he was told that he wasn't good enough for the beings on his planet. In other words… he was defective and it pained him so. He had no parents and his home was destroyed and now, he had to live here build a home from scratch. When he did complete this task, all that he ever did was criticize himself and put himself down for the "horrible" job that he did on his own house, saying that anyone was capable of making a home better than his. The little boy also owned a dog at home because he wanted a friend but, even his own dog had an extreme amount of hatred over him. He called him useless and a dumb owner and whenever there was trouble brewing, the dog seemed to solve the problem. On top of all that, this little boy also had a kid in skool who would not leave him alone.
His name was Dib.
Dib was just so mean to him. Every time he saw him, Dib would constantly pick on him and call him an alien for no reason. It's a skin condition the boy would tell him but Dib refused to listen to him. Last year, he teased him for being afraid to go out into the rain and every time their paths would cross, Dib would just have the nerve to pelt him with water balloons, just to watch him suffer in pain and agony. The boy happened to have very sensitive skin and his skin would always sizzle and burn whenever it came into contact with any type of meat or fluid. During the weekends, Dib would just bust into his home and take photos of him during his private moments and would show everyone at skool and the kids would laugh at the green kid, making him feel awful about himself. He always found that Dib always outsmarted him in every thing and he could not be fooled even once. No matter how hard the boy fought for his rights, Dib would just come out on top, exposing him and making his life miserable in the end.
I hate my life, he thought to himself as his head drooped downwards. Why is he always so mean to me? I do nothing wrong to him, I stay out of his way and I am always nice to him. Why am I even here in skool? I don't belong there. I just wish that I was on a different planet; away from Dib forever.
He continued walking to this nightmare, tugging on his bag anxiously and twiddling his thumbs, having second thoughts about earlier.
Things will never change. This year is going to be just horrible with Dib around to bug me in skool.
His walk was put to a halt as he felt a hard bump which made him fall to the ground. He looked up to see a dark-haired boy sporting glasses, a black trench coat and a shirt underneath with a smiley face. The green kid peered up at the boy whose glasses were shimmering in the sunlight and had an impish grin on his face.
The boy, Dib just got in his face. "Hello, Zim?"
Zim stood up and brushed himself off; his head drooped downward, feeling ashamed. "Leave me alone, Dib. Why do you have to be so mean?"
Dib just shook his head annoyed, "pitiful alien."
Zim's mouth hung open in shock. He was hurt, very hurt; his enemy referring him to an alien and calling him pitiful. "I'm not an alien!" He protested.
The dark haired boy just shouted at him, clawing his hand. "You lie, green skinned boy! Oh how much you lie!"
"I'm not an alien," Zim repeated in a softer tone. "I just have a skin condition."
Zim feared Dib a lot. He was afraid of seeing him; feeling that he never had the courage to confront him. Every time he was communicating with someone, Zim felt intimidated and unsure of himself. People always had the power to change his mind for him and Zim would rarely stick up for himself to avoid on getting on anyone's bad side. He felt jealous whenever he was around Dib because things just came easily to him. Dib was always getting good grades, impressing his teachers, pleasing his dad, he was loved by his sister and he was popular unlike Zim; who had no friends in skool and was a loner. Students in his class were always calling him crazy and making fun of him because of the size of his head. Kids refused to listen to him whenever he would attempt in saving their lives or believe his crazy stories about Dib trying to send everyone inside a wormhole. No one would sit near him or would want to sit beside him because he was weird and he always made a big deal about trivial things.
The bell rang.
Zim rushed into the building and hurried to his locker. He was worried that if he was late one more time, Mrs. Bitters threatened to put him in the underground classroom.
The innocent student slid into the classroom. "You're late again, Zim," his teacher snarled.
Zim looked at her feeling ashamed. He apologized, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Bitters. I tried to get here as fast as I could."
"Sit down, Zim. I've had it with you and you're crazy stories."
"But, Mrs. Bitters, it's not a crazy story; it's the truth," Zim pleaded.
"You're crazy," Dib called from across the classroom.
"Thank you, Dib. You get an A. As for you Zim," the teacher turned to Zim and growled menacingly, "I'll see you after class."
Zim swallowed hard; an achy feeling forming in his stomach as he obeyed, "yes, Mrs Bitters."
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It was lunch.
Zim sat at a far table, eating his lunch all by himself with no one to keep him company. He chewed on his sandwich and he sighed sadly. He knew that he was not like the other kids. He didn't share the same interests or hobbies with them and he had nothing to talk about with anybody. Whenever a time would come where he had to say something that was on his mind, Zim would say that he had nothing. He was always obsessed with one thing in his life and that would be about his stories about Dib. Of course, everyone thought that Zim was crazy for believing in such things about Dib just because he never got along with him and yes, he would always stay out of class discussions to avoid making a fool out of himself. Whenever he did do that though, kids would wonder why he would never express himself in the class discussions as he did whenever he isn't even told to. People thought that that was weird and inhuman.
Skool was hard for Zim. People were so mean and nothing ever went the way he wanted it to. There isn't a day that goes by where Zim wishes that skool would end and when that day would come, he would be happy.
He took a bite out of his muffin and grimaced at the taste. He threw the muffin away carelessly which hit Dib.
From the other side of the table, Dib looks up at where the muffin came from. "Who threw this?!" His dangerous eyes fixed on Zim.
"I'm sorry, Dib," Zim immediately confessed. "It was an accident."
Dib seethed with the muffin scrunched up in his palm; crumbs falling from each side, making a mess on the floor. "You will pay dearly for this, Zim. Sleep peacefully now, alien; for it is the last peaceful sleep that you will know from this moment on."
Zim gulped anxiously and shuffled back to his spot. What has he done? Why did he have to throw that muffin at Dib? He should have been more careful to where he was throwing it.
The bell rang once more. Lunch was over.
End of chapter 1.
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