~POSSESED~ I hope you peoples like it! I'm not sure where it's going yet, I'm just winging it right now… ENJOY!
My name is Ella New. I just transferred to this Hi-Skool after an unfortunate accident involving me and a boy with a broken jaw. I ran about 20 minutes late on purpose, less skool, less disgusting classmates. When I got up to the desk, I saw one of my classmates filling out a late slip. He didn't look disgusting, more like he slept on the floor last night and he used a lot of hair gel.
I walked up to the lady at the counter and said, "Hi, I'm new here, and I was wondering if I could get my schedule."
"We get a lot of new students, hon. I'm gonna need your name," she explained.
"Ella. Ella New," I told her, and hoped I wouldn't have to use my real name in front of another student. Fortunately, I didn't. Unfortunately, she did.
"We don't have an Ella New, but we have an Istrella New, is that you?" she asked, mispronouncing my name.
"It's pronounced Estrella (Es-tray-yah), and yes, that's me," I grudgingly admitted, and took my schedule. My homeroom was apparently room 666 with Ms. Bitters. I looked at the classroom next to the counter and sighed. Room 94.
"Wait, you're new here, so you'll need someone to show you around probably. Dib, could you show Ms. Estrella around?" She asked the kid next to me. "You have every class she does, except Biology. We could get someone else to show her Biology." She obviously wanted to make this day as embarrassing as possible for me; I might as well have been wearing a clown nose and a tutu.
The boy named Dib yawned and said, "I might as well."
We set off towards the class with the devil herself, Ms. Bitters. When we had passed room 305, I decided to reach out a bit, maybe make my first friend. "So, why are you late? You look like you fell asleep at one in the morning or something," I wondered to my companion. He stared at his feet, maybe a bit embarrassed.
"You wouldn't believe me, no one else does," he dismissed the subject, and looked up at me. I was surprised to see a bit of a blush.
"No, I might believe it. I believe in some pretty crazy things. What were you doing last night?" I begged to know, curiosity brightening my dark eyes.
He smiled sheepishly and said, "Well, I was chasing …" His voice trailed off and he mumbled something.
"Excuse me?"
"I was chasing Zim. He's a kid in our homeroom, but he's an alien, I know it, but everyone thinks I'm crazy, I…" he trailed off and stared at the ground again.
"Hey, maybe you're right," I encouraged him. "He's in our homeroom, right? I could see him then, and maybe I could see it too." He smiled, and I counted the rest of the rooms. "663, 664, 665, and… 666!" I entered the room as an old crone, presumably Ms. Bitters, was ranting about how we were all doomed.
"Doomed, doomed, doom- Hey! You're the new meat from Carlton Oaks. Speak and sit, for you will never speak in this classroom again," she demanded, and left me to introduce myself to the idiots and jerks that were no doubt in this classroom. I'm glad I was wearing my shawl, black t-shirt, and jeans and not the clown nose and tutu.
"Hi, I'm Ella New, I just moved here from San Diego. I enjoy singing, dancing, drawing, and listening to Evanescence. So, I won't bother you, and you won't bother me, and we'll all get along wonderfully," I introduced myself, and sat at the empty seat in front of Dib, and behind some green kid. I turned to Dib, pointed to the kid, and asked, "Who's that?"
He simply said, "The alien," and turned back to his work. Hmm. I guess he did seem like an alien. His skin was green, he was missing a nose and ears, and he would occasionally look around the room and say "Stupid hyoo-mans," or "Pig-smellies." He was strange, but I don't know about alien strange. I didn't have much time to contemplate my situation, because homeroom was over quickly, and next I have Biology. No Dib to help me this time, so I looked for someone to ask for directions. I saw the green kid, Zim, I think, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Aagh!" He shouted. "Oh, um, sorry, you just startled me. Um, what do you want of Zim, Earth-Girl?"
I raised an eyebrow skeptically. This guy was nuts, for sure. "I was just wondering if you could show me where Biology 412 is. Do you have that class next?" I asked half-heartedly, hoping I wouldn't actually have to walk around with spaceboy.
"Actually, as a matter of fact, I do. Come with Zim," he commanded, and grabbed my wrist and started dragging me to our next class. Ugh. The kids around us pointed and giggled. I knew I would be branded as Zim's girlfriend for life now. I covered my face and saw with a bit of surprise Dib looking a bit angry. Weird.
At Biology, I was paired with Zim because no one wanted to catch his "skin condition," or whatever. So, I was Zim's new girlfriend, according to the gossipers around skool. At lunchtime, I was dragged by Zim again to the cafeteria. I didn't dare eat the food. I heard some kids who ate it lost their liver. I grabbed my sack lunch out of my bag and looked for an empty table. Unfortunately, the only tables that were even close to empty had Zim or Dib sitting there. I chose Dib. At least he didn't drag me around skool holding my hand.
"Is this seat taken?" I asked, pointing to the chair across from Dib's.
He looked surprised. Then again, I'm supposed to be going steady or something with Zim. But at least he said, "No, you can have it." The girls at the full table across the room seemed shocked. I swear I heard something along the lines of, "Who is she going out with? Well, she looks so gothic, didn't you see her cape?" I smirked a bit as I heard that last part. I like Emos, they're so romantic. Not in the lovey-dovey kind of way, but in the tragic hero sense of it. Lost souls, and all that crap.
I looked at Dib poking at his onyx-colored goop, and asked, "Why doesn't anyone believe you about Zim? There's something wrong with that boy. He's so… Inhuman." He smiled, and launched into a whole conversation about Zim and the things he'd done to the city. I leaned my head into my hands and listened to him babble. The more I listened, the more I thought he wasn't crazy. Why couldn't Zim be an alien? I mean, I was a-
My train of thought was interrupted as the bell for third period rang, and Dib and I went to 205 History together. He talked about Zim's 'Megadoomer' thing, and how it blew up on his front lawn. We went through the door and I groaned. Zim was in this class too? At least I sat at the back of the room this time, next to Dib. I'm glad that I have at least one friend here.
