Chapter 3
Zim sat still in the corner for about half an hour before he nearly went insane. He wanted to scream so badly. He began to twitch. Mrs. B turned from her work with the children once in a while to check on Zim to see if he was behaving. The next time she checked up on him, he was in hysterics. Mrs. B ran over to the green child and told him to behave, horrible thing to do. Ecspecially to Zim. Zim stopped twitching and stared at her, his claw like hands clenching the chair beneath him.
"Do not tell Zim to 'behave'...NO ONE tells Zim to behave." Mrs. B started at the arrigant little "boy" and placed her fists onto her hips. She nodded and walked over to the children,
"Children, what do you think about Zim's behavior?" she asked the innocent little kids.
"I don't like it." a little blonde girl frowned and looked over at Zim with sad eyes. "You should be kind to Mrs. B."
"HAHA. Not even in your dreams, earth baby." Zim laughed and continued to chip the paint off of the horridly painted wall next to him.
