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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN INVADER ZIM, but I do own the other characters you will be seeing in this chapter. Like Cleo. And Mr. Bline. And...well you get the point.
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Cleo's POV

It was early, about seven-forty am. I walked through the hallway towards my locker. I opened it and slipped my backpack inside. I grabbed the books I'd needed, and rushed into homeroom, slamming the books onto my desk before running back out of the room to greet my friend as she walked up to her locker.

She ignored me at first, so she was obviously in a bad mood. After I continued to poke her shoulder for a minute or so, she gave in.

"What?! I'm trying to get situated here, if you haven't noticed!"

"Hey! It's not my fault you're tired. You should've gone to sleep earlier," I snapped back.

"You were talking on the phone with me until 'bout one because you were on a sugar high. How am I expected to sleep when you're blabbing on the phone for hours on end about anything that pops into your messed up mind? Huh?!"

"You could of hung up, you know." I grinned at the spark of annoyance in the blue eyes staring back at me.

"Humph. So, what did you want in the first place?" she mumbled, changing the subject.

"Well, I know you're apparently in bad mood, but this will cheer you up." She stared at me blankly, informing me that she doubted whatever I was going to say would make her feel any more energized. Or happy for that matter.

She was wrong.

"You remember those two guys we saw about a week ago?"

"Two? I remember seeing a cute guy with 'flippin green dog, but that's it.

I shrugged. "I do recall you leaving before I left. Maybe you headed home before I talked to the second one."

"Yeah, whatever. So what about...uh...Zim. Yeah, that's his name."

"Well... I saw both of them in the office when I got to school. I don't think they saw me, but what if they end up in our classes? How awesome would that be?"

"Uhh... I think that's becoming highly possible."

I stared at her questionably, and tuned around to see them a few feet behind me, talking to my homeroom teacher, Mr. Blaine.

Zim's POV

Of course, on the first day of school I show up and the Dib-stink is there. And even worse, I find out we are in all of the same classes. Why me?! WHY?!

The classes here change every hour, giving us about seven different teachers. I have a homeroom teacher, too, whom I am supposed to report to every morning and at the end of the day. His name is Mr. Blaine. I will also see him for my history classes. A doom ranting, perhaps?

My locker...it's clean. Everything here is clean, actually. It's creepy. Aren't schools supposed to be horrible, disease covered death traps? Not here, apparently. This school is so strange compared to the "other" Earth's skool. So...different.

"So you're Zim, correct?" he said as he pointed at me. I nodded in reply.

"And you. You must be Dib," he declared while staring at he boy's strangely shaped hair. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Mr. Blaine, your world history and homeroom teacher. Let's get you settled, shall we?"

All the while he was talking, Dib and I shot each other death glares. What's new?

He led me and Dib into a white classroom covered in brightly colored posters sporting facts and time lines. Mr. Blaine was a fairly tall man with dark brown hair and eyes. He was skinny and very muscular. Overall, a very intimidating figure. Note to self: don't get on his bad side.

Mr. Blaine patted his hand on a desk in the back of the room and nodded at me. I walked over to it and sat down while he got Dib to his desk on the other end of the room. He must be at least semi-smart if he already figured out we're enemies. But not as smart as me, though.

Other students began to file into the room at random. They were all talking loudly about stupid little human past times, like their "Wii" systems, music, soccer, and if I heard right... demolition derbies? Hmmmm. I must attend one of those.

I caught a few people pointing at me and Dib. One Earth-boy came up to me and started talking. An attempt to become my friend, perhaps? Truthfully, I wasn't paying attention at all.

"Yes, yes that's interesting now leave me be!" I declared, eager to rid myself of the annoying little brat. Smelly Earth pig.

The kid gave me a confused look, shrugged and walked back over to his seat.

The desks were very strange, too. the seats were connected to the top of the desk, so you could only get onto the seat from the left side. There are book holders on the bottom of the chairs, too.

Mr. Blaine came over to my desk, and dropped a huge pile of books onto it. I was also given a schedule to follow. I took the books to my cleanlocker, and upon entering the classroom again I noticed something. The voice. It was a familiar voice.

I looked around and saw a girl and her friend two rows up and a few seats down from where I am currently directed to sit at. She had long, curly, brown hair. She looked familiar, as did the other girl.

Aha! The brown haired human female was the one I held a conversation with the other day. I never did learn her name.

She occasionally turned around to look at me or Dib, but other than sharing a few words with her friend every now and then, she quietly sat at her desk drawing, staring into space, or randomly cracking up laughing for no reason. I found it very amusing.

Once everyone was seated, Mr. Blaine motioned for the Dib-beast and I, the Mighty Zim, to make our way to the front of the room. I proudly marched up there and stood, staring at the class, as Dib made his way up, too. While avoiding my angry glares I shot him as he walked, that is.

"Students, I have two new classmates to introduce to you. This is Dib," Mr. Blaine said, nodding his head for him to speak.

"Uh...hi, I'm Dib," he said, searching for something decent to say. "I enjoy paranormal science and... I... well...that's pretty much all I have to say."

Mr. Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Dib sulked back to his seat and let out a sigh of relief that his little "speech" was over with. He hates introductions, and no wonder. He sucks at them. But me, I'm incredible.

The teacher gave a quick glance at the clock above the door before announcing my name. "This here," he said motioning towards me, "is Zim."

"Hello friends! I am normal and want no trouble, so don't bother me unless I give you permission." I grinned, walking back to my seat casually. Brilliant, am I not?!

After sitting back down, I glanced around the room and noticed the brown haired girl whispering to her friend and smiling. The blonde one seemed confused, and looked around, obviously puzzled at what the other had said.

"What are you talking about, I don't remember that?!" the blonde girl replied quite loudly.

"Do you need me to draw a picture? I can't believe this."

"Yeah, sure, draw a picture. Cuz' either you're going crazy or I am, and you are the artist, so draw a piccy and then we'll decide who went brain-dead," she smiled, clearly amused with her friend.

"Ok, prepare to be amazed at my ultimate wisdom," she joked, pulling out a clean piece of paper to draw on.

I turned away, and just sat in my desk for a few minutes, occasionally shooting death glares out at a few girls I caught staring. Stupid humans. At least I haven't been confronted for being an alien, yet.

A loud beeping sound boomed through the speaker system hooked into the wall. We were forced to stand and listen to some "patriotic" music before sitting down. Mr. Blaine then turned on the classroom's television that was suspended from the ceiling so that we could all watch a few of the school's students recite a few daily announcements.


Dib's POV

After the school's daily announcements, we headed to our classes. Unfortunately, Zim and I were stuck with the same classes. What are the chances of that?! But then again, I can't say that the classes weren't interesting.

We started out with Algebra, then we went onto Industrial Technology, Science, Language Arts, and after that, it started to get interesting.

After Language Arts class, we proceeded to our regular art class.

This morning, I had recognized the girl I had talked to the first day I got to this place. She seemed fairly normal, but was smarter than most of the others and occasionally got picked on by the wimps who couldn't even get their homework done. She didn't seem to be bothered by this though, and every now and then would embarrass whoever it was that made fun of her by giving them a nasty comment or ignoring them to the point that they cracked. It was hilarious.

Well, anyway, she had been drawing on some piece of scrap paper on and off throughout the day, and after she completed her assigned art project and had handed it in, she went back to drawing on the sketch paper. About five minutes before we would be dismissed from the class, she finished.

"Tia! Get over here! Now!" she yelled across the room to her friend, oblivious to all of the other classmates.

"What now, Cleo? I'm almost done with my sculpture, so make it quick."

Cleo rolled her eyes and motioned for her friend to look at the picture.

Tia walked over and eyed the multiple drawings on the page.

"Who the heck are they?!" she blurted out for all to hear.

Most everyone ignored her yelling, but I had finished my sculpture, as didZim, and we both ended up standing there next to Tia and Cleo, looking down at the picture.

Staring down at it, I saw multiple drawings of Zim (both with and without his disguise), Gaz, Gir (also both with and without his disguise), and I scattered across the page. They resembled what we looked like back in our universe. And they were good drawings, too.

She never even met Gaz...Aggh! Maybe she's a universal stalker! Nooooooo!

"I still have no idea what you're talking about!" Tia informed her friend, Cleo.

"What do you mean; we were obsessed with that show. Like, seriously! How can you forget that?" she yelled, pointing at a picture of Zim without his disguise. "How?!"

Zim just stood there, his left eye twitching. "It...It didn't work on her? No... Impossible," he mumbled quietly. The girls looked at him oddly and went back to fighting.

I walked backwards to my seat, keeping an eye on them. I was still in shock. If I guess correctly, she knows everything about my past except that it really is me standing in the very same room. This can't end well, can it?

Zim, meanwhile, was shuddering at his seat like a child spooked by a ghost. He was glaring at Cleo, as was I.

Her friend looked around and saw us. She nudged Cleo in the shoulder, and the girl looked towards Zim and promptly shrank down into her seat.

After a few minutes of being in a state of shock, the bell rang, telling us to head down into the cafeteria.

I quickly went to exit the room, I had to speak with Zim.

But before I did, I turned around to see Cleo looking very innocent and confused with our sudden hostility.

Sheesh, what am I thinking. She obviously can't be trusted, right? Or maybe it's all a misunderstanding. Oh, I don't know.

But I'll know soon enough, correct?


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