Author's Note: Wow! Wow! Wow! Really sorry I haven't updated in a while. School sucks. Remember; Procrastination is fun, until you realize you've got three end-of-the-year research papers due next week. I promise once summer rolls around I'll be more frequent. 'Til then to hold everyone over, I'm posting three chapters this weekend! Yay for you! This one is super short, but the next two will be a little bit longer! Don't hesitate to tell me what you think! Thanks for reading!

Chapter Three: At the Lockers

8:30 AM Mid-L Skool

The halls of the Mid-L skool were beginning to fill up with students. Zim himself was looking for his locker. It was 207 in hall F. The alien scratched his head. Zim hated having to wear a wig. He hadn't worn it all summer for that matter. It was nice to have a break from the constant itching, but now it had returned and he had to deal with it!

"Maybe I should have worn a hat and said I had that cancer stuff." Zim said to himself. He had seen it on the Earth news about bald little worm babies. Honestly, Zim had no idea what cancer was. All Zim knew (it was really what he assumed) was bald children had cancer. Scratching the scalp even more fiercely, he took another turn and found himself in a poorly light hallway.

"Pathetic Earth-containment units!" Spat the alien as he examined the lockers. He finally found his locker, but he didn't really know what it would be needed for. Everything he wanted was in his PAK.

"Of course we'd have lockers in the same hall." Zim turned around to see Dib seething in displeasure. "The only bright side is that you won't be able to get away with any weird stuff while I'm around!"

"Pfft! Stoopid human!" the alien muttered. "Your inferior race is doomed whether you watch me or not!"

Dib opened his more to give a retort, but oddly he could argue with Zim's statement. He finally settled on, "Whatever."