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Cartoons » Invader Zim » A Dhalia in the Desert
WeMayBeDangerous
Author of 8 Stories
Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Dib - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 12-08-08 - Published: 11-27-08 - id:4680664
First period was a complete waste of time. The only thing the class accomplished was a half game of identity bingo.
'Are you kidding? We played that back in middle school'
As they poured out of their class, most of them having a vague idea of where to go, Dib shuffled out generally avoiding anybody. He scoped the room and found that his classmates were either slacking schmucks or boot-licking zombies. He choose to pass up the ever entertaining game of Identity Bingo and instead used his time to sketch in his sketchpad despite the dirty glances and hostile whispers. He cursed them under his breath and kept on drawing. Now he ducked and dodged between students who chatted and stopped in the most inconveniant places. He pushed his way through and ignored the insults thrown his way. If he ignored them, then they'd only look as if they were shouting curses into the crowd.
He finally decided to just wait the crowd out and leaned against the rough brick wall where a statue of the school's founder once sat. He knew he was lucky to get there before anybody else did, it seemed like it would be a popular spot. As he expected, a few students came up to find him slumping in their cranny.
"Yo man, yur in my spot." Dib raised a pierced browline but said nothing. "What? You gonna just stand around like yur too cool or somethin'?"
"No. I'm going to stand around like I don't have a fuck-in-a-half annoying the hell out of me."
"ooh, Mr. Cool-stuff speaks!" said the student in mock awe. His croonies laughed. "Well you better find yourself somewhere else to lean your slacka-ass before I hang you over the clock myself." he threatened referring to the clocks with stuck out from the walls into the hallway. None of them still worked.
Dib suddenly held up four fingers, then three, then two, and finally one. Only when the bell wrang did they figure out that he was counting down.
"Man, this is whack. Whateva. Cracka-cunt." said the student before he clicked his tongue and left with his posse. Dib watched them go and didn't move untill the halls were nearly empty. Once a few straddlers were all that remained, he kicked himself off of the wall and began to trudge to his next class which was still up the stairs then down three halls. This he cared nothing for. He felt strongly that he never missed anything important that soon in a class and that the detentions were a good excuse to stay away from home.
He marched up the stairs and down the halls untill he reached the heavy metal door. He could see a few bored student through the tiny window; he knocked and moments later the door was opened by a short, tubby man.
"You're late young man." was the first thing he said. If the students weren't already looking, they were now. They all knew that it was usually always those rebellious types who arrive intentionaly tardy. Those were intertaining.
"I wondered why I was the only one out there." he replied sarcastically. A ripple of giggles bubbled amongst the students, but they were quickly silanced.
"Quiet. We have things to cover." barked the man as he made his wasy up to the board. Once there, he turned, "What's your name?" At that particular moment, Dib was busy sketching in his sketchpad which he had resting on his lap as he sat sideways in his desk. "Hey,Doodles. Name?"
Now Dib looked up and sighed as he slapped his pencil down. "Dib."
"Dib huh. Membranes kid?" asked the teacher who's name was Mr. Tyraed according to the board.
"No." replied Dib sharply.
"No? I could of sworn he had a kid named that."
"I live with him. I'm not his kid."
"Dude, you look just like him." came a random observation.
Dib turned towards the general direction of said observation and found the student who said it looking directly at him. " Yvojan Teidler looks just like Ren Thyme and they're not related, now are they?" he raised a brow. Before the kid could retort he continued, "I'm just another kog in his experimental gear."
"Allright, allright. Quiet and turn around. Dib, you have three papers to fill out."
Dib scoffed and turned back to his sketchpad. placed each of the three papers down and warned him that the sketchpad would be best tucked away after this day. Of course, Dib ignored this bit of advice and continued to draw.
"Okay. Over the summer you guys were suppose to read either a horrer,romance,or sci-fi book and write an essay explaining the plot and what you would have written had you been the auther. Who doesn't have that?" he looked around as a few hands came up. "Dib. How about you?""What? I come late, I cock a 'tude and that automatically makes me a slacker too?"
"No, but that does make you annoying." At this the class rippled with giggles.
Dib rolled his eyes and began to rifle through his anything but organized back-pak. Eventually he pulled a crumpled essay from beneath his binders and handed it to who gingerly took it between his forefingers and thumb then looked it over as though it were more special than the rest. When he flipped the crumpled, dog-eared, grease stained page, a small wrapper fell from between them and drifted to the floor at Mr. Tyraeds feet. The surrounding students followed the wrappers with their eyes and once they discovered what it was, they hooted with laughter or backed up quickly as if it would jump up and bite them. Before Dib could even find out for sure which of his many kinds of wrappers fell from his essay, Mr. Tyraed picked it up unaware of what it was. He held it before him and both eyes grew wide. His hand shot back and the wrapper drifted down again, this time landing atop of Dibs desk.
"Oh yeah. I wrote this the night I had Reina over." said Dib with a self-satisfied smirk as he carelessly picked up the empty condem wrapper and flung it back into his back pack.
Instantly threw the papers back down at Dib, "You re-write this and get it back to me. And this time, how about you keep the study date to just studying, huh?" he growled. The class broke out into laughter again. Dib shrugged nonchalant and continued to doodle.
"Allright. Where was I?" Mr. Tyraed said as he reached the front board. "Ah yes! To my great fortune, I've gotten another year with one of my star-pupils! As you may or may not know, I taught English III last year, so now that I teach AP English, many of my most talented students have returned!" he clapped his hands together and beamed for a moment. "Now, I will have one read to you his summers masterpeice!" then he turned towards the back of the room and looked at a small group consisiting of a blong haired girl whose hair was up in a loose ponytail, a straigh-haired brunette, and a blue-haired boy who looked as though he had decided to take hair-tips from the Gorillaz lead singer. "Lemony? Would you care to share?"
'Lemony. Fitting for a blond.' thought Dib without looking up.
"Oh, uh, actually..how about I just pin it up to the tack-board and they can see it themselves?"
'What the hell? Either she's on steroids or," Dib looked up and found that neither of the girls had spoken; it was the blue-haired boy, Lemony. His first guess would of been a girl on steroids, especially since back in his fourth grade he had a classmate who sounded suspiciously manly, also, just the way he spoke was oddly feminine.
"Oh come now, Lemony! We'd love to hear what you've written!"
Lemony was hesitant, he knew that not everybody was eager to sit through a boot-lickers essay. "uhm..." was all he could let slide out. continued to look over at him hopefully. Eventually Lemony stood and shuffled up front. Nervously, he adjusted his crimson hoodie and nearly skin-tight forest green graphic tee. "Over the summer, I've had the wonderful oppertunity to read Moons Orchid." he began. Some of the students rolled their eyes, other leaned forward.
"Oh yes! I've heard about that one! One of Solyka Rolouqos works!"
Lemony just nodded almost as if trying to tell him to be quiet. He then began to read through his essay making sure to look up every once in a while. Once he was done, he quickly seated himself and received quiet praise from his litterate robot buddies.
"Excellant, as usual Lemonsquares!"
Quite against his will, Dib burst out laughing which he quickly concealed with is hand.
"Is there something funny, Dib?" asked , suddenly very serious.
Dib let a few laughs slip before he answered, "Lemonsquares?" he asked without bothering to glance at the names owner in case he was firing eye-lasers at him.
"Dib, it's extremely rude to laugh at peoples last names."
"How can I help it? C'mon! Lemonsquares? Is there a Strawberrystrudel in here too?"
"Taunting a student over their last name is harassment. If you fail to decist, I have no choice but to send you down to Mr. Rawharty. Mr. Shippuduck."
Now the class rippled with laughter once again and Dib abruptly quieted. Even Lemony smirked as he crossed his arms and raised a brow at him. Dib shot him sneer and returned to his sketches.