Hey, guys. So sorry about the wait! I hope you're liking the story so far. It means so much to get home after another excruciating day of pain and agony and read all the wonderful reviews that you guys have sent. It really does mean more than you know. It makes me feel special... like I'm not some loser that no one wants to be around because they think their head will explode if they even come near me.. anyways......

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Gaz sat on a bench out in the skool courtyard, waiting for her brother as always. It was just like every other day. But today... it was different.

She was anxious... excited.

A group of girls all dressed in Hollister and Abercrombie & Fitch with their long, silky blond and brunette hair walked by laughing, smacking their gum and laughing.

Gaz didn't pay any attention to them.

As they passed, they seemed to grow quieter, and she could hear them groan and whisper to each other. Gaz still didn't pay any attention. She had grown used to it. It had been established long before now--she was the gothic freak; the loser. And besides, she hadn't noticed them yet. Her thoughts were too focused on getting home and finally getting to--

"Hey, Gas," one of the girls joked, breaking Gaz's train of thought.

One of the other girls giggled and said, "You're one of those emo kids right?"

Gaz paused, trying to brush off the name insult. Slowly and questioningly she replied, "Yes...?"

The girls all giggled, whispered amongst themselves and began to walk off, continuing to glance back at the confused little girl. Gaz didn't know exactly what they were saying, but she really didn't want to. 'Happy thoughts, Gaz. It's a happy day, remember?'she thought to herself, trying to keep her mind positive for once. Then, one of the girls--tall with short brown hair dressed in all Hollister, from her green jacket, to her orange shirt, to her sandals, to her earrings even--turned, removed her gum from her mouth, and tossed it in the direction of the purple-headed punk; the pre-chewed gunk landing right onto Gaz's black t-shirt.

"Wow, can you say loser?" one of the teens said as they left. Gaz brushed the gum off her MCR tee immediately, nearly wanting to cry. Yeah, maybe she wasa freak, but was that really neccesary? She looked up and saw her brother's big, black, shiny Ford F-150 approaching. She trudged toward the truck, hoping she didn't look like she was about to cry. She knew that if she did, Dib would try to dig out what was going on, and Gaz hated that. She'd rather not talk about her problems.

"So who was that?" Dib asked once Gaz had climbed into the passenger seat.

"Who was who?" she asked, though she knew just who he was talking about.

"Those girls you were talking to. They seem friendly. You guys good friends?" the clueless 18-year-old asked. Had his little sister finally managed to find some friends?

"Them!?" Gaz spat out in horrific surprise. "Pfffft, I don't know what you're smoking, but those little snobs over there are not my friends!"

"Oh, well I just thought--"

"Just drive," she interrupted, not wanting to go into details.

Dib did as he was told and started driving. 'Okay, well, there goes that idea,' he thought.

x.X.x

When the two had finally gotten home, Dib hadn't even stopped the truck when Gaz opened the door and stepped out, nearly falling onto the assfault as a result of gravity, inertia, and her lack of balance.

"Woah, Gaz! Slow down," cautioned the black-haired boy once he had climbed out of the parked pick-up.

Gaz simply rolled her eyes and walked inside. She hurried up the stairs and into her room, where she dropped her backpack onto her messy bed with its Jack Skellington sheets scattered about. Immediately afterwards, Gaz sped over to Dib's room down the hall. When she got there, however, she noticed that the rock was... empty. Only an mold in the shape of the irken's body imprinted into the meteorite was left. Dib hurried in right behind her, anxious to see what was up with the green creature he had encountered just last night. When he saw what was left, he couldn't believe it.

"No way," he whispered. Then a little louder, he continued, "No freakin' way. Don't tell me he left?"

Gaz knelt beside the rock, touching her hand along the imprint in it. How could this have happened? That's it? He just left? 'But he promised,' she thought. 'How could he have just left like that? He finally came back, and he just leaves? After six years, this is all I get? I can't believe this!'

"I should have known better," she muttered.

"Known better?" Dib questioned. "What do you mean by that? What should you have 'known better'?"

Gaz just shook her head and whispered to herself quietly, so that Dib couldn't hear, "Than to have trusted that liar."

"Well that's great. Just great. So I find this wierd alien-like person and--what am I saying? Am I actually saying that he's an alien? I thought I quit that four and a half years ago! No, I'm not doing that again!"

"So then explain it," Gaz blurted out. "Explain to me just what he is, then. If he's not an alien then what is he? Some green-skinned dude with long flowing antennas that crashed onto Earth via comet does notsound very human to me. Tell me, Dib, what is he? Six years ago you would flip out every time someone said anything about the paranormal being fake. That's the Dib I knew. So where is he? Where is the Dib I know?"

Dib was silent.

"Where is he?" she screamed.

"Gaz, listen. When I--" Dib stopped talking all of a sudden. He just stared. After a moment, Gaz turned her head to see what he was looking at. Then she saw.

Dib slowly approached it. Gaz stood up, but only took a few steps toward it. The black haired youth crouched down in front of a green alien with its long, silky antennas pointed downward, and two frightened-looking pink orbs for eyes. He was hiding in a tight nook between the dresser and the wall with his legs folded in, his gloved claws tapping nervously together.

"Well hey there," Dib greeted slowly, trying to sound friendly. The alien just pulled away more, still scared. "Don't worry, I won't hurt ya."

"Dib, he's not a bunny rabbit. Try talking to him like a normal person for Pete's sake," Gaz exclaimed. She walked closer and scooted her brother out of the way. "Here, let me talk to him."

Dib rolled his eyes. Even in the presence of some creature from some other planet, she's still as full of attitude as always.

"Zim?" she said. It felt so good to be able to be able to address him again. "Zim, it's me, Gaz. Remember me?" She reached out and stroked his nervous gloved hand.

The irken flinched, but slowly seemed to relax a bit. How did she know his name? Better yet, how did she seem to know him? He surely hadn't seen this human before.

"Oh my--I can't believe you're back. You don't know how happy I am to see you once more!"

He still didn't speak. So now he's back? But how could he be backif he hadn't even been here before? The alien glanced over at the male creature standing in the center of the room with his sleek black hair shaped into a scythe. Something about his hair and the way it formed definitely rang a bell, though he still couldn't put his finger on it. But this female creature... he had no idea.

"Zim?" the purple-haired human girl said again. "It... it is you, right?"

He hesitated, then slowly nodded. "Who... who are you?"

So how's that for a chapter? Again, sorry about the shortness of it, but I know you guys are probably getting anxious. Please let me know what you think!

Remember, review and get virtual cupcakes, plus a big, warm hug from meh!! Reviews make me so happy! Also, I just noticed... no one knows what the very first line of Chapter 1 is from? I guess I'll tell you that the song is "Star Crossed" by Scary Kids Scaring Kids, and if you haven't heard it, you need to! It's amazing!

So again, review I say! Correct my errors, right my wrongs... with the story, I mean. I know you could go on all day with my moral and human wrongs. I'm talking about my grammatical sense, my story-telling capabilities. I love getting good advice! I'm always up for improving my writing skillz!

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