Disclaimer: Zim doesn't belong to me, though it should. None of the characters belong to me, even though they should. I do, however, own the jellybeans. Ah, yes. Sweet jellybeans. YUMMY!

The Jellybeans of DOOM!!!!!!!



"To celebrate overcrowding in the public schools, we have a new student, but I don't remember her name. This goes to show you that, like everything and everyone else, our schools are doomed. Doom, doom, doom." Mrs. Bitters had once again lapsed into her ramblings of doom, implosion, and nothing. This gave Gabby time to look around the class. Most of the kids looked fairly bored, and some were asleep, but two kids in the class were just glaring at each other from across the row. "Now, go to your pitiful seat." Mrs. Bitters was no longer going on and on about how the universe was doomed. She pointed to the seat behind a kid with glasses, black hair, and a trench coat. Gabby made her way to her seat, plopped her book bag on the floor, and sat down. Mrs. Bitters began to lecture again, this time about pollution and how acid rain would eventually wipe out the human race. The kid in front of her turned and said, quite unexpectedly, "Hey, I'm Dib. Who're you?" Gabby had never been so shocked. She had been relocated from a horrible school, where gangs and drugs were present more often than the teachers had been. She herself had not been a druggie or a gangster, but had gotten beaten up very often. But even if she had a black eye and bruises all over, her parents didn't care. They wouldn't have cared if she had ridden her bike over an open drawbridge in the middle of a thunderstorm, fallen into the water, and drowned. Gabby was used to being mistreated and being left alone. Eventually, the police came for her parents, whom it turns out had dealing drugs. That was all a year ago. She had not expected someone to be so outgoing, on her first day, or ever.

Gabby smiled back and said, "Hi, I'm-" She paused, not wanting to give away her real name, which she had hated ever since she was born. "Gabby. Please don't call me that, though. I hate my name. Call me whatever you want." Dib turned around for a second, thought for a second, and then turned back to face Gabby. "Um, I know it's a weird name, but." he hesitated for a moment, wondering if what he had thought of was really the wisest thing to say. "Don't worry," Gabby replied, "weird is my middle name." Dib sighed, and continued. "Would it be all right if I called you Who? It's weird but." He stopped when he saw the look on Gabby's face. She was giving him the 'What-the-hell-kind-of-name-is-that', but said, "I suppose that'd be ok." Dib smiled at her. Gabby smiled back. They both turned to Ms. Bitters, who was now yelling at a kid who looked about 65 years old. "Well, Old kid," she began, "I think you know not to call out in class again! Now return to your seat!" Old kid walked towards his seat with his mouth taped shut. He slipped Gabby a note saying, 'how's it going?' Gabby pulled some paper out of her backpack and wrote, 'Hello. I'm Who.' She folded it up and flicked it football-style to Old kid's desk. He read the note, and gave her the thumbs-up sign. Gabby smiled to herself. Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.