Zim sat in front of the class, tapping his pencil on the desk. He starred at it, like it would talk to him any minute. But he knew that it wouldn't, it was just a pencil.
Mrs. McCrea stood in front of the class, writing on the chalkboard with her high heels too high and her hair turning gray. She was the new teacher at hi skool. Zim didn't know what she was even teaching; he was too lost with his pencil.
After class was done, all the kids got up quickly to head to lunch. Zim stood up and grabbed his books quickly so he wouldn't get into any trouble. But he was a second too late.
"Hey green boy! Leavin' so soon?" Chunk told Zim as he picked him up from the ground as if he was a little rag doll.
"Put me down, human!" Zim ordered feeling uncomfortable and in pain from Chunk's strong hurtful hands that held him up. Zim saw from the corner of his eye that Dib looked over. But after a few seconds, he left the room. Dib didn't care about Zim anymore. Alien or not, Dib had just giving up but for real this time.
Chunk laughed at Zim "I guess you forgot green boy! It's play time," Chunk told him in his evil little voice that Zim hated so much. Two of Chunk's so called 'friends' started punching the alien's stomach hard, without holding back.
Zim yelled in pain, feeling like he had been run over by a bull. Seeing how it was only the first punch, he was sure he was dead.
But then Mrs. McCrea walked into the room again. "Chunk, what do you three think you're doing?" She grabbed a set of keys from her desk and stood there firm, waiting for answer. She crossed her arms with one of the most serious looks she could possibly give.
"Oh, we're just…dusting green-I mean Zim off. He's a little dusty," Chunk replied while putting Zim down. "Oh! Look at the time! It's lunch! Uh, see ya, teach," Chunk said running out of things to say.
"Well, off you then!" Mrs. McCrea exclaimed as she pointed at the door with her other hand on her hip.
Chunk and his friends hurried out. Zim quickly left as well, not wanting to have to talk to Mrs. McCrea.
He went to his locker and grabbed the little brown bag from his locker and headed to lunch. He sat at a table where no one else was at. He hid his face with his lunch bag so that no one could see him cry.
Dib sat at table filled with his friends. He had an increase of friends since the day he decided he wanted to give on Zim and start off new. It's been a whole year since the day he had made his decision. Dib looked over to where Zim was sitting, he saw that his face was covered. If felt a bit bad that he was being bullied.
"I may not like him," Dib muttered to himself "but I'm not a total jerk." He made up his mind and decided that soon, he would do something about it. He quickly ate his lunch and started to hatch an idea. Dib may not like Zim, but that doesn't mean he can't help him.