Chapter 3
Author's note: Hooray, Chapter 3 I don't own the Zim cast but I do own Seth (goody)
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Thoughts in Italics
Dear Diary,
So there I was sitting in History, doing my work, when all of a sudden, out of nowhere, disaster strikes.
Flashback
"Attention students, this is your supreme ruler and principal speaking, I wanted to inform you all of a
new rule that will be strictly enforced from now on: There will be no more Gameslaves or any other
portable gaming systems permitted on campus during school hours. Failure to comply will result in
the following consequences: 1st offense will be a 2 hr. detention, 2nd offense will result in a 4 hr.
detention, and the 3rd offense will result in a severe beating followed by a phone call to your parents
instructing them to love you less. Any further slip-ups will invoke the death penalty. I would expect it
wouldn't come to this. This rule is effective immediately. Thank you and have a nice day.
End Flashback
With that life from 8-3 was rendered pointless. Well, I guess it was always pointless but now it was
unbearable. Seven long hours before I can get back to the GS2 and quite honestly, I don't think I
can make it that long. I've never been without virtual stimulation for more than 30 minutes. Maybe
I'll take up art to keep my fingers preoccupied. Oh well, I think I'm done with my bitch and moan
session for the evening, so until next time this is Gaz signing off. As Gaz closed her diary she began
looking around her room. It had not changed much since she was a kid. The predominant colors
were of course black, purple and gray. There was some interwoven black and purple ribbon tracing
the edge of the ceiling. The dresser was positioned at the end of the bed which was on the opposite
side of the room as the walk-in-closet. On the left side of the closet as you entered were a variety of
skirts ranging from ankle-length denim with a knee high slit to something that was almost identical to
the one she wore when she was a little girl, which was only about five or four years ago. At the end
of the closet was a full length mirror that used to be her mother's. Gaz walked in to hang up some
clothes when her eye caught her own reflection and she couldn't help but look at herself. She was
well proportioned, about 5' 10" and weighed about 130 lbs. Her hair held their curls the way they
did about five years ago, the difference was that her hair now was a bit longer, shoulder length to be
exact. Her eyes were outlined by a touch of black mascara, making her amber irises much more
intense. As she was looking in the mirror she didn't notice the figure behind her. "You look more
like your mother each day." Startled, she spun around to face the towering figure of her Dad.
Professor Membrane still wore his trademark lab coat and goggles, but his hair had turned from a
youthful black to an aging gray. He was still inventing life changing gadgets but tended to work more
from home so he could spend more time with his kids. "I gave that mirror to your mother as an
anniversary gift; we were married 5 years, she died shortly after that." "How?" "Cancer." "I see."
"After that I swore to devote my life to wiping disease and suffering from the face of the Earth." He
stopped here for a second to wipe a tear from under his goggles. "She deserved better than that,
and not a day goes by that I don't miss her. That's why I used to work constantly, to help me cope
with her loss but in doing so I neglected my own children and I'm sorry if I haven't always been
there for you but I promise to make it up to you two." The tears were streaming down the
professor's face as he stepped forward to hug his daughter. Gaz accepted him and placed her arms
around his torso. After about a minute they separated and wiped the tears from their eyes. As they
both walked down the hall to the living room, Gaz had a question that needed to be answered.
"Dad." "Yes, Gaz." "Why do you always wear the lab coat and goggles." Membrane stopped in
mid-stride and looked down at his daughter. "A stupid choice forces me to wear these." He paused
here and continued walking into the living room and sat in his white chair in the corner. "It was the
night of your mother's death" he started "after the news reached me I went into an emotional rage,
tore up my house, and left in my car for a high speed drive." Gaz listened in wide eyed curiosity.
The professor took a sip of his coffee and continued. "Needless to say, I didn't see the car pulling
out of the driveway." He began to pull off his goggles to reveal a pair of colorless eyes. "The
accident left me blind and broken, underneath this coat is a series of gadgets that act as a life
support system and without these goggles I can't see. Both of these were created by me before the
accident; I never thought I'd have to use them." "Wow, I never knew, I thought you wore them
because they looked cool." "Well, yeah that too." He joked. They sat in silence for several minutes
before Membrane spoke up "I guess I'd better get dinner ready." He stood up and walked into the
kitchen. From the living room Gaz could hear not the clatter of cooking utensils but the dialing of a
phone. "Hello, Bloaty's Pizza Hog I'd like to place and order" Gaz immediately perked up. Dib
was at a Swollen Eyeball Society meeting, so it would just be her and her dad eating pizza and
zoning out in front of the T.V. Maybe things were going to be different.
Author's Note: Well folks that's Chapter 3 Read and Review and you might see Chapter 4 alive. Hahahahahaha
