I'm pretty sure I'm not updating any of my other Invader Zim stories, maybe the Cartoon one, but the others are not going to be updated continuously. But I thought this was a good idea, so I'm going with it. The first chapter is not an episode, but the next should be Parent Teacher Night. I plan to do all the other episodes as well. This is the prologue.
Lila has never really understood what happened to her mother. Or why her father is suddenly very hostile and likes to beat her now. But she's drowned it out, barely cares anymore. When they move to an unnamed town in the middle of nowhere, however, she starts to really open her eyes to everything around her. Like how weird the green kid in the front looks and acts. And how the boy with the scythe hair is so much smarter than just about everyone else. But just how far will she go to save them when she ends up befriending them? And will they save her from her father?
Lila yanked a strand of light, soft brown hair and watched around her with wide silvery gold eyes. She had her mouth open in a slight O shape, then she snapped it shut, walking slowly toward the doors of the Skool, biting her lip.
She had finally gotten to the door when it burst open, a girl with purple hair and a video game in her hands.
She glanced up slightly, then back to her game, mumbling a hello to Lila before leaving.
Lila said goodbye and ran inside, straight to the principal's office.
This was going to be a long day.
*Ms. Bitter's Class*
"Class, we finally have a proper amount of people to make groups of 3 without falling one short or one too many. This is the newest doomed child entering this DOOMED school." Ms. Bitters hissed, pointing to Lila as she slowly stepped inside.
She yanked on another strand of her hair, and smiled softly at the group of children.
"Now, speak, so I can get on with putting you into cells of doomed children."
Lila hesitated, and gave Ms. Bitters a pleading look.
"Finally, a quiet one. Alright, Lila, you're group is with Zim and Dib. Children, start moving three desks together in groups."
Dib started to complain. Zim started to complain.
They both stood and started to yell at the teacher, while Lila just grabbed their desks and her own to put it into a group, 2 desks pushed together facing each other, and the last one pressed in back of them, in the middle of the 2 without actually getting between them, and facing front.
She chose the one facing front, and as soon as Zim and Dib got there, she asked in a hesitant voice, "M-may I have this one?"
She pressed her pale index finger onto the wood and watched them with her wide eyes.
They watched her curiously, momentarily forgetting their bickering.
"Uh… sure." Dib answered, and Zim cocked an eyebrow.
She nodded and waited, still standing.
"Why aren't you sitting, Lila-human?" Zim asked, almost harshly.
"You have to sit first." She answered, eyes closing halfway, voice robotic as if she had said this so many times before, or that it had been drilled into her since she was a child.
Dib hesitated and chose the desk facing the door on her left side.
Zim immediately sat down in his on her left side.
Lila sat down once they were both sitting and pulling her legs up to sit crisscross applesauce in the chair.
"So, as you know, I'm Lila." She said quietly, eyes opening back to their regular wideness, watching them both.
Zim leaned back, and his lekku twitch slightly under his wig.
Lila noticed and narrowed her eyes, before her eyes went wide again and looked to Dib.
"I'm Dib, that's Zim." Dib answered immediately, and her eyes drooped again once she finished her mulling over the names.
"Are you human?" Zim asked suddenly, and Lila seemed not to hear it, watching the teacher with scrutinizing eyes, then she looked to Zim.
"What?" She asked, eyes squinting at him.
Zim leaned in close, watching her intently.
"Are. You. Human." He repeated, and she straightened.
"I believe so, but my father seems to doubt it." Was her reply.
"What do you mean?" Dib asked, and before she could answer, the bell rang. She sat there a second, then stood, leaving her things since they were going to come back, it was just lunch.
She waited till most of the people left, and finally left the room, humming a song inaudibly.
"Well some birds aren't meant to be caged
And I just can't see the light of day
Please forgive me
I can't remember
Please forgive me
No one is calling
Please forgive me
I can't believe it
No..." She stopped singing once she got to the doors and walked to the lunch line.
After getting her food, she turned to the groups of people, and debated on sitting at the mainly empty table with only Zim or the other mainly empty table with Dib and the purple haired girl from that morning.
Zim looked up and gave her a scrutinizing look, and she turned to Dib, who had ended up staring at her, then quickly looked away, cheeks getting pink.
Lila decided on neither at the moment, crossing the lunch room to the double doors and exiting, nibbling on a piece of pizza she had bought before throwing everything away except the apple.
It was surprisingly the best apple she had ever tasted, crisp and nice and sweet and red.
Like a person…
Lila stopped, frozen in her tracks.
A person? It wasn't like the analogy wasn't correct- apples were just like humans. A shell covering the insides, sweet or sour, bruises just the same…
And they can rot as they grow older.
Lila suddenly felt sick to her stomach and threw the apple into the bin with the rest of her food, going back into the lunchroom.
She sat at the table with Dib since it was the closest, as far from Dib as she could.
"Oh, hi." Dib said, slightly cheerfully.
"Hey." Lila answered blandly, stomach still shuddering.
He suddenly leaned forward with squinted eyes, watching her silently as his face stayed in her personal bubble.
"Um…" Lila stuttered almost silently.
Dib widened his own gold-brown eyes, and Lila scrambled off the bench she was on and raced toward Zim's table.
"And that's why you don't have friends." Gaz mumbled, and Dib sighed.
Lila sat at the table with Zim, as far from him as she could.
"Hello, Lila-human." Zim said, and if you didn't actually listen, you would think he was being polite. She heard the underlying distrust and contempt to her.
Lila's eyes drooped with a, 'seriously?' look, and she stood and left him as well.
This was going to be a long year.
Next chapter will be longer, and may or may not be Parent Teacher Night. Review, favorite, follow. Reviews are better than favorites for me.