In case you're wondering, this is my first fanfic. Sorry about the shortness- I just couldn't wait to get this started! Hopefully it'll develop into something really good.
He was bored. So bored. They were in their third period class- Math. The teacher had been droning on forever, something about multiplying exponents or whatever. Nothing useful.
Dib looked over at Zim, The two were separated only by an aggravated Zita, who'd already snapped her pencil in half twice because of Dib and Zim's constant bickering. Dib had been trying to prove that Zim was an alien for what seemed to be an eternity now, but he knew it had only been a few years. No one ever believed him, of course.. 'Ignorant people,' Dib thought.
Whether he wanted to or not, Dib had to admit that he was more motivated, more excited, ever since Zim transferred suspiciously into Ms. Bitters's class in fifth grade. He gripped tight onto the small hope that he could prove he really wasn't crazy. I mean, the proof was literally right in front of them. No such luck, of course, but someone would see him out eventually.
Suddenly Zim looked over at Dib and scowled. Dib glared back at him. He ripped some paper out of the notebook he was supposed to be taking notes in and scribbled a few words down. He crumpled up the paper then threw it at Zim, hitting him right between the eyes, while also receiving an impatient huff from Zita. 'Bullseye,' he said, smiling. Zim's left eye twitched, but he continued to unfold the note.
'Prepare for the autopsy table, filthy alien scum,' it read. He calmly wrote what was sure to be an idiotic retort and threw it back harshly, snickering as it hit Dib's glasses just right, knocking them off, while Dib produced an audible 'Hey!'
"Dib, is there a problem?" the teacher asked, seeming tersely annoyed.
"No, Mr. Porter," he replied. 'Other than the human race is oblivious to the fact that Zim is an alien who wants to destroy us all..'
Dib picked up his glasses along with the note. His eyes widened with interest as he read:
'No need, Dib-monkey, for my next BRILLIANT plan shall ensure the doom of this filth-ball of a planet and all tables on it.'
Great. So Zim was planning another evil scheme. Dib was suspicious, though, because Zim's plans were getting less frequent, and there was less effort put into them. It had been two months since his last plan, and it wasn't hard at all to ruin. It was as if he wasn't trying, like he didn't care anymore..
He didn't have any more time to ponder the matter over, however, because the bell rang just then. Being an eighth grader, Dib had the earliest lunch, so he picked up his books and went off to put into his locker so he could find an empty lunch table to brew over his swirling thoughts.
Please review, especially with constructive critisism. That would be greatly appreciated. Heck, I don't care if you tell me it's terrible. Also, heh.. I don't exactly have a plot yet. Any ideas or direction? I have a few thoughts for the next chapter, but I'm not completely sure about the whole story here. Anyway, whoever reviews will get a.. Chip. Not just any chip, but a chip of DOOM.. And it shall be delicious.
-Invader Janie
