Poe's Point of View
I walked into the classroom fifteen minutes late. Miss Bitters glared at me and handed me a notice for detention after school. As if I didn't have enough things on my mind. I mentally made a note to remember detention after school as I sat down at my desk. Okay, today is the day I ignore any more alien accusations, I thought.
I tried as hard as I could to push the whole alien ordeal out of my mind that day, but I could still catch glimpses of Dib watching over my shoulder as if I were pulling a laser out and pointing it at the class. I, in turn, glanced at Zim. He was messing with some little device in his hand, probably a cell phone or something.
He must've noticed me staring, because he turned sharply at me and shouted, "I'm normal!" But he hesitated when he looked at me, and then turned sharply away to write something on a piece of paper. He folded the paper into an airplane and tossed it at my head. Confused, I took it and folded it open.
'You're obviously on the wrong planet', it read. 'The Tallest have ensured Earth for MY invasion'.
I gritted my teeth. Is this some sort of cruel joke? Why was this Zim kid mocking me too? He's not seriously an alien. Emily even said they don't exist. I began to write on the back side. 'Stop mocking me'. I crumpled it into a ball and threw it at his head. Zim flinched when it hit him, but regained his composure when he realized it was another note. He read it and gave me a quizzical look.
I'm serious, he mouthed. Before I could even comprehend what he said, the bell rang for lunch. As I got out of my seat, Dib walked up next to me. He'd obviously witnessed the whole thing. "I told you," he whispered, walking out the door.
Could Zim actually be an alien? And if he is, what does that make me?
Dib's Point of View
The following day after the usual torment of Skool, I discussed the new kid with Gaz at home while I paced back and forth.
"I don't know why that new alien kid was so dead-set on disproving he was an alien," I confessed to Gaz. "He isn't nearly as egotistical as Zim. Shouldn't a big ego be common in the Irkens? And another thing: He seemed utterly confused when I mentioned some of his technology. He looked like he had no idea what I was talking about when I mentioned his robo-parents."
Gaz wasn't paying attention to me. She was still playing with her Game Slave 2, as usual. "Maybe there's something wrong with his head," she suggested. "Just like you," she added angrily.
I snapped my fingers. "That's it! He might have amnesia!" I rushed to my room to do some research on amnesia symptoms. It might be strange to hear of an Irken with amnesia, but it's just as sensible as the possibility of Sasquatch. Besides, he might prove useful if I could get my hands on him…
Zim's Point of View
"GIR, it has become increasingly clear that this Curtis child is not any average human," I told my servant, GIR. "He must have lost his memory somehow. And we have to help him get it back." I searched my computer database for invaders that hadn't reported to the Tallest in over a month. Only one was listed, an Irken named Poe. Poe was supposed to be invading a different planet, but must've gone off course. "I've got it! This Curtis is no Curtis, he must be Poe!" I declared triumphantly. "I can recover his memory and he, in turn, will help me take over this filthy planet! Tomorrow, I shall reawaken the Irken!"