A/N:

Greetings Invaders, humans, and vampire piggies. I am Invader Zaap and I am not only an Invader but I am also the auther of this story. I would like to inform ya'll of a few things before ya'll begin reading this. First off, they are now in High Skool. Zim has grown but not by much, instead of just his skin color he is made fun of for being short.

Second, Zim isn't as big a moron as before.

Third, I may or may not end up changing the title of this story and the cover, whichever comes first.

Fourthly, is fourthly even a word?

OKay well I do hope you whatever you are like this first chapter.

~Chapter 1: Second To Think, First To Talk~

I followed Dib out the front doors of the school and down the steps, heading around where the buses were parked to get a start on the long walk to his own home. Neither of us spoke at first, since throughout the day I practcially had acted like a hostile animal, no matter how polite I sounded in my voice. Apparently I wasn't the only person on earth that can feel tension when it's in the air. Dib though, continued to run into me today, reminding me of my promise to come to his house today.

With a sigh remembering how the day had gone I looked toward the guy walking beside me, too close for my comfort. His hair was very short with a weird drawn back spike that swayed with his steps and the breeze that blew in our faces.

Dib was pale, much like me but slightly darker skinned he wore big rounded classes that anyone would call nerdy and that I would say fit him. He wore a blue shirt with a depressed expression on it and black jeans with black shoes; Dib also wore a long trench coat kinda like the people in the Matrix movies.

His black backpack was slung over one shoulder thus making how the bottom of the long coat as it blew out like a cape uneven now. I miled inwardly, practically purring in lust at the whole appearence, while on the outside I was still that depressed zombie girl everyone saw; at least that's what everyone kept calling me- ZombieGirl. To be honest I do look like I'm the walking dead, yet at the same time a very attractice girl too. My eyes were hazel with a black ring around them and orange bleeding out of the pupils, though sometimes that black ring is gone and just a pale hazel was left, while other times that black ring is there and my eyes are a complete dark aqua green color. Weird yet attractive.

My face was almost perfect with everything even and in balance- my lips a soft pink color that were usually in a pouty position which was normal. I had jet black eye lashes that made it seem like I wore mascara even though I don't, and I had nice cheek bones and such.

I was nearly like a model, except for the small acne I got, the fact my copper hair hung flat from my head with little curled strings that were in my face. I have been told I had a nice curved body, very strong very beautiful. Only thing was, half the time I walked around with dark bags under my eyes hunched over, looking up when spoken to with hair hanging in my face with emotionless eyes. I look like that because of my insecureties, my want for solitude to have no friends, and because of one other thing you really don't need to know about.

"Macy?"

I blinked realizing during my thoughts I had been looking at Dib, before he'd been facing forward now his head was turned and he looked me in my eyes. Not good. By habit or instinct I tensed slightly, blushed and side stepped a little to where I was in my comfort distance and stopped. I looked down, scratching the top of my hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Taking a silent small deep breath I looked up through the hair that now fell in my face. "Yeah," I mumbled through barely parted lips.

Dib stared at me with a look of what appeared to be worrie and confusion. Just like before when he found me in the library during lunch, when he didn't find me the cafeteria or anywhere where you were alowd to eat.

"Why were you staring at me?"

"No reason," I said. "Just was, I guess."

He didn't move nor did I. "Are you sure? You must have a reason, and not just for staring at me."

"I'm sure." I replied looking quickly at my now red hand and looked back up. "I'm fine, no need to worry."

Really, no need to worry. Today was just my second day being transferred to this highschool and my auotmatic friendship with Dib yesterday was by accident. This means he shouldn't care, he really shouldn't care.

Suddenly a hand grabbed my right wrist and pulled it to the side away from my left hand, at first I was confused but after two seconds I realized he had turned his gaze from my face down to my hand after a small squeak came from me. That squeak was out of pain, and what had caused that was the rashy hand had begun to really sting and my nails broke skin. Now my red hand had a dark crimson liquid oozing out from small lines spread in different places where my nails dig in deepest or were scratched the most.

"Macy," Dib said firmly.

I winced. "I'm fine. lets just head to your house."

He released my hand but we did not begin walking again, obviously Dib wasn't finished here since unlike his sister Gaz I wasn't scary to him nor did I threaten any doom upon him. Also, I was his only friend which is why I didn't mind being his friend in the first place when he told me how I was the only person to ever beleive him about Zim but also that I was like the only other supernatural beleiver he's ever met, that was before he would call me his friend.

I remember I'd said yes to being his friend and that's when he jumped up saying excitedly that he had finally made his first friend-I was his only friend. How could I let him have no friends? He's already seventeen, and had no friends. I may be a loner by choice and try to avoid people, but I have made friends to people who just walked up to me-the loner.

"Listen we have known each other for two days," I said, standing up straight again, allowing my hands to fall to my sides. "Meaning we're still strangers to each other, so there is no need for you to worry about me."

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off.

It seemed the black haired teen that stood before me had wanted to say something more, but must have been afraid to say it. Oh well. "Lets get to your house my back and neck are starting to hurt because of my backpack."

"Oh-Okay." Dib said distracted by his own thoughts.

A/N:

How was that for my first Invader Zim story chapter?!

No really, how was it? I never have written an Invader Zim fic before and just decided to give it a try last night. Anything amiss? Any mistakes? I need your feedback so I can correct and/or fix what is broken. Also if you like it I need at least 1 to 2 reviews per chapter if more is what you hunger for.