This is an idea I've had for a while now. I hope you don't kill me. That was totally random, but it's true. :P I thought you knew I was crazy already. Shut up, Nailbunny! Heheh, sorry about that...

I AM ZIM! (Ya, ok, shut up, we know.)

It was after lunch, about thirty minutes before dismissal. I was just about to die of boredom when Ms. Bitters' phone rang. Another new student probably. I watched as Ms. Bitters shouted multiple curses into the phone for the thousandth time. She hates us all, she can't stand any of us. We have no clue why she still teaches us. I glanced out of boredom at Dib in the seat across the room. If there's a new student, someone's going to the "Underground Classrooms." I really hoped he would fall through that trapdoor. No, it wasn't him. Poor Melvin.

"Class, we have another idiotic cretin joining us today. Her name is Kit, and she is coming right about now," Ms. Bitters announced. Figures.

Sure enough, right after our teacher said that, a tall, slight teenage girl walked in the door. Her cropped hair was black and messy, she had piercing gray eyes, and she wore black skinny jeans and a shirt that said, "I'm dead. Yay." She went straight to the desk that Melvin was just ejected from a minute ago without a word. Ms. Bitters looked at the new arrival expectantly, and Kit stated simply, "It's not polite to stare, ma'am." Ms. Bitters looked surprised at how the new girl spoke back to her, but then turned back to the book she was reading, "How to Kill Your Students and Make It Look Like an Accident." The new girl pulled out her workbook and placed a comic book inside. I think it said JtHM. WTH is JtHM? (A/n, :P)

I tapped the girl on the shoulder and said, "You're disturbing." I have no clue why I said that, even if it was true. She scared me.

"Why, thank you! That's the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day!" She thanked me. I felt my mouth drop open as she resumed reading the strange comic. Well, it could be, if no one has spoken to this girl today. I watched her with curious eyes as she flipped through the pages intently. "Did you not hear what I said to the old bat at the front of the room? It's not polite to stare," she said, not even looking up from her book. I realized she was watching me from the corner of her eyes when she winked at me. She was definitely not normal.

After skool was over, I followed her discreetly, watching from the trees without my disguise on. I was surprised when she stopped in the middle of her stride, but I sighed in relief as she bent down to tie her boot. Wait, her boots don't have laces. She stuck her leg out and swung it into the tree I was sitting in. I lost my balance and fell to the ground in a heap. She stood up and placed a foot on my chest.

"Uh-uh-uh," she scolded teasingly. "Bad boy." She seemed to not care about the huge red eyes she gazed in, or the antennae above them. "You're weird. Are these things real?" She yanked on my antennae as I yelped in pain. "Looks like they are."

She stood there happily as I squirmed under her boot. I saw my chance and grabbed at her hand as it was pulling away. I pulled on her and she fell to the ground.

"You bastard," she cussed, spitting out blood as she pulled out two knives from her backpack. "Kit isn't short for kitten, you know. It stands for Kitiara (A/n, if you have no freaking clue what I'm referring to, read Dragons of Winter Night.) ." She took the knife in her left hand and beckoned me closer. Sensing a challenge, my antennae pressed against my head for battle. We tackled each other, and we ended our fight in a stalemate. I had an Irken gun against her head and she had both knives crisscrossed against my neck. But the real reason we stopped is because Dib was watching us scuffle terrified. Kit put her head down and she started shaking. I thought she was crying at first, but she looked up and I saw she was laughing uncontrollably. A few tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Wow, that was the most fun I've had in ages!" She exclaimed. Dib was still frozen in place, looking at Kit, who was literally ROTFLing, and me, without a disguise and antennae perked up. He stared at us for another minute and pulled out his camera. The camera flashed a couple million times a second and I watched in horror. He actually remembered to take the lens cap off this time, and he was using one of those HD cameras, the ones that have like a million pixels per inch. How in Irk did one insane, skinny girl destroy my life? Then again, she was tall…

Before I could continue my train of thought, a knife whizzed past my head and lodged itself into Dib's camera. He stammered and said, with some effort, "I- huh- what-who- who did this?" Kit smiled behind me and jumped into a tree. I saw bright gray eyes look down on me and then disappear. Yeah, she is not normal.

This is the first and last bottom note I'm putting. Hold on. Well, SCREW YOU, MR. BEAR! YOU SPEAK LIES! LIIIIEEES! STUFFED WITH PURE VENOM, YOU LINT-INFESTED BASTARD! Sorry, what was I talking about? I forget. Oh, well.