Hey, I'm back, and here's the next chapter!! Thank you so much for the reviews!! I love reviews! They make Gigi so happeh!! :)
Again, I own nothing. All characters belong to Viacom and/or Johnen Vasquez. I also do not own Hot Topic, or Breaking Benjamin, or any other band I might mention in the fanfiction.
Oh! But I do own Errin! Dun worry, those of you who dun like OC's in fics--he's only barely mentioned!
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The next day was Monday.
Gaz awoke to the sound of a radio alarm clock playing some song by Breaking Benjamin. Her eyes still stung from the tears of the night before. Slowly, she dragged herself up out of bed. She trugded over to her closet, where she picked a black band tee from Hot Topic, and purple skinny jeans. Sitting down on the stool to her purple-and-black vanity, the 16-year-old let out a sigh. She hated her hair. It was way too short. Her dark purple hair barely made it to the tips of her ears. It wasn't even the stylish kind of short. She looked like she belonged on Star Trek, she would often day to herself. Looking back, Gaz regretted ever cutting it off.
"I'm hideous!" Gaz yelled as she stepped closer to the bathroom mirror. "This hair, especially. I hate it!" She took another step closer to the mirror, tears falling down her face, and touched her hand to the electric razor sitting on the counter.
'You have such a pretty face, Gaz.' She could still remember him telling her. Errin, a boy from the 7th grade, had been the only person who had ever seemed to really care about Gaz at all. They had been really good friends. He made her feel so wonderful. And then he moved in the middle of the year. Her hand now gripped the razor. 'It's a pity, I must say, that you hide behind your hair like that.'
She raised the electric razor, flipping it on. Slowly, she put it to her scalp, and strip by strip she shaved it all off. She cried and screamed. As she turned off the rozor, the door slammed open, and there stood Dib with his eyes wide.
"Gaz? What on EARTH are you DOING?"
"I want to look pretty."
"You just shaved off all your hair!?"
"Errin said I have a pretty face."
"What? Isn't Errin from like, the 7th Grade? That was two years ago!"
It had been two years since that had happened. She was fourteen at the time. Her hair had grown back, but not a lot, really. She sighed again, stood up, grabbed her backpack, and left her room. She had barely closed it, when she heard her name.
"Gaz," whispered her brother, as if someone would hear him.
Gaz turned to face her elder brother, who stood in the doorway to his room. He looked nervous.
"What do you want, Dib?" she sighed.
"Gaz, I need you to look at this," he answered. "So I know I'm not crazy."
The punky purple-haired teen rolled her eyes. "If this is about some kind of rash or something, forget it."
"No, trust me it's not."
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Dib dragged out a huge chunk of black rock out from under his bed. Gaz raised an eyebrow in question. "Dib, why the hell did you drag a big rock to your room?"
Not even bothering to look at her, Dib said, "First of all, watch your mouth"--Gaz rolled her eyes--"and second, this big rock happens to have something inside. Check this out."
Dib opened up the rock as if he were taking a lid off a storage tub. Gaz's eyes widened and her jaw dropped at the sight of what lay curled up unconsciously in the rock. She cautiously took a step toward the rock. "Now way," she whispered.
Inside the rock was a creature just barely shorter than the average teen, with green skin--burned somehow, with black soot smudged everywhere like dirt. Two long antennae flowed out of the top of his head. Though his eyes were closed, there seemed to be a look on his face as if he were mad about something. No, he seemed to have a bunch of emotions mixed together--sadness, anger, frustration, despair, lonely, frightend, revengeful. His eyes were shut tight, eyebrows pointed down at such an angle, and his bottom lip pursed out. His knees were up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. He wore an outfit that Gaz remembered from an old friend they knew years ago.
She stroked his scarred face, a surge of recognition rushing through her. He was back. Slowly, she turned her head to look at Dib, who shook his head slowly from side to side.
"I really do wonder who or what it is," he said.
Gaz looked at him. She knew he knew. He just didn't want to admit it.
"It's... Zim," she whispered.
"What are you talking about, Gaz?" he asked. "Zim? You don't mean that kid from 5th Grade, do you?"
"Umm, yeah, I kinda do...?" Sometimes Dib could be so naive.
Dib rolled his eyes. "Oh haha. Very funny, Gaz."
Gaz just shook her head. "Maybe you dont think so, but I know it's him." She continued to stroke the limp Irken. 'After all,' she thought. 'He promised.'
So how do you like it? I hope it's not too short. Sorry, I know you guys have some lingering questions from the last chapter. But I assure you, I will answer those questions in later chapters!
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