"I said get UP, Dib!"

The first thing that Dib felt that morning was a pillow thrown at his face, almost hard enough to break his nose. Dib bolted straight up in bed and put on his glasses, only to see his annoyed sister standing in the doorway. She'd apparently already gone back to playing the "Game Slave 2" she always had with her as soon as she threw the pillow.

"Gaz! For the last time; don't do that! You could break something!" He snapped at his sister Gaz. Gaz just rolled her eyes and slammed Dib's room's door shut so he could get dressed.

Dib glanced at his alarm clock; it was ten minutes until the bus came. "Oh crud!" Dib wondered why his alarm hadn't gone off, but pushed that question aside as he quickly got out of bed and took off his pajamas. Pulling on his Blue T-Shirt with a little face on it and black pants, he quickly swiped a hair brush and fixed his black hair into its normal scythe-like style before heading downstairs, grabbing his backpack on the way out of his room.

"Hey Dad!" Dib called to his father Doctor Membrane, sliding down the stair railing. "What's for breakfast?"

"Toast!" Doctor Membrane announced boomingly, holding up a piece of the Super-Toast that made him famous. Dib sighed, silently wishing that they could have cereal, or really anything else, for once. Dib sat down next to his sister Gaz to go through his backpack to make sure he was ready for school.

Gaz, leaning over his shoulder, questioned; "Why do you have all those pictures of Zim…?" She sounded suspicious, almost like she was implying something that would deeply interest a few of the readers.

Dib glared at his sister. "Do you not see the alien eyes and antennas?" He asked her in a tone that sounded like he was scolding her, annoyed at the fact no one ever believes him nor notices any proof of Zim being an alien. Gaz remained silent; obviously thinking that Dib was insane, which was the usual response. Dib sighed in annoyance and re-packed his backpack.

After hurriedly wolfing down his breakfast, Dib swiped the lunch money on the counter and half-hazardly forced it into his backpack. Pulling on his long black trench coat and practically hopping into his matching black boots, he was about to head out the door. He halted, however, realizing he forgot his camera! Not about to miss an off-chance for more photographic proof of Zim's unearthliness, He raced back to his room to retrieve it before the bus came.

Dib tried to flip the camera on, but apparently the battery had died. Dib sighed, angrily muttering "It's always when you're late…" to himself. Not wasting any time, he grabbed a couple of batteries from the hall closet for his camera and rushed out the door just in time for the bus.

He was lucky enough to get on the bus before the driver had ignored him and sped off, but that was the end of his luck. Most of the seats were completely full, and those that were not were stubbornly filled with book bags of his schoolmates who hated him even more than he hated their ignorance. All except one, which made him quite eager to sit on some girl's backpack instead. Zim, of course it had to be him, was fiddling with some weird device and hadn't noticed the 'hyooman' come aboard, as the irken called humans whenever he wasn't using a more offensive term involving pigs.

Oh well, maybe taking some pictures of the random thing in his hands would help with something.

"Alien scum." "Puny meatbag." "What's with the toy?" "A highly advanced game too awesome for you to understand." "From space?" "Ye-nooooo." Smooth, Zim. Smooth. "Then where's it from?" "… Internet." "Space internet?" "Shut up. Go chew on cardboard or something. Do humans do that?" Dib instead decided to stare at one of the flickering lights lining the top of the bus. Since Gaz had recently decided that a meatbag was in fact the perfect term for him, Zim still had yet to say anything worthy of one of Dib's well known freak outs. It ran through the human boy's head easily.

"Everyone, look, he's an alien! It's obvious!" "You're the alien." "Yeah Dib, quit being racist!" And it would somehow end with him suspended and his dad punishing him with lab cleaning duty. Dib, being perfectly comfortable with his current four limbs, didn't want a repeat of that event.

By the time they finally got to the Skool, even the little cartoon image on Dib's shirt felt like it was frowning. He made it to his locker before an undeniable aura of death surrounded him. It wasn't the irken sort this time, it was the sister sort.

"DiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIB!" "W-what I do?" "Who said you could use the last batteries in the house?" "It's my house too." "Well it's MY game system that I NEED to PLAY." If she enunciated that any more she'd be hammier than I am. "Why not use the ones from the remote or something?" "The only thing the same kind is your stupid camera or your stupid clock!" "Hey, you made me… late…" That last accusation was shot down by a glare from beneath her magenta bangs, glowing circles of doomy dooms- well, just regular dooms at least- making it obvious what he had to do.

After surrendering the batteries to the terrifying little hands of his sister, he pulled out his oversized textbook for first period and headed there.