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So here you go, the next chapter. ^_^
I do not own Invader Zim. Viacom does. (And that's the last time I'm gonna say this, k?)
Chapter Seven.
No One Likes An After School Test.
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Gaz couldn't sleep well that night.
She kept waking up in the middle of the night; sweaty, and ready to vomit. She woke up early again, but didn't feel like moving. Instead, she just felt like crying. Everything was ruined and it was all Zim's fault. She didn't want to go through this. What was going to happen? She was pregnant now. Not only that, but it was a half-alien baby. What was going to happen when word got around at school? It was bad enough that she didn't have any friends at school and everyone thought she was a freak, but now that she was pregnant, things were about to get ten times worse.
The purple headed teenager suddenly felt the urge to scream. And scream she did. She screamed as loud as she could, tears cascading down her face. It wasn't a long scream. It was only a few short seconds. But it was enough, she decided, to clear her emotions for a while. She laid there as tears rolled down her face.
Dib barged in, checking on his little sister. His hair was a mess, and he seemed to be half awake, but nonetheless, he was there. "Gaz!" he exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she groaned, barely audible.
"What happened?" he asked. "I heard you scream. What-"
"It was just a dream," she moaned. "Go back to bed."
"Do you want to talk-" His question was cut off by a menacing glare. He smiled sleepily and went back to his room.
Gaz rolled over in her bed. She looked down at her belly, which was thin almost to the point where one would think she was anorexic or starved. She found it overwhelming to think that in just a few short months, that skinny little tummy would swell to be an over-inflated beach ball. She groaned. She hated pregnant bellies. They're so fat, and look out of place. It was like an over sized pimple on the stomach. Especially when she was as thin as she was, it would stick out to look even more out-of-place than the average pregnant lady.
And then she groaned again, because of the fact that she would soon be having a child. She hated children. They were slobbery and slimy, they smelled of dooky and spit-up, and they never shut up. The only thing that a baby could do was shit, vomit, and cry.
Gaz sighed. The next thing she knew, she was being woken up by her alarm clock. "Weird," she said to no one in particular. "I don't even remember falling asleep." She shrugged and got up. She threw on a Papa Roach tee, ripped red skinny jeans, and combat boots, then went downstairs to eat breakfast.
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School went by quickly. She made certain not to pass Zim at all that day, even if it meant taking the long route through hallways to get to classes and ending up being three seconds tardy. At least she didn't have to put up with seeing Zim's ugly green face. When school let out at 3:30 PM, Gaz waited, out of habit, until thirty minutes passed before leaving. She was about to start walking to Zim's house, when she remembered what he had said about her not coming to his house. She shrugged.
'Fine,' she thought. 'Suit yourself. At least I don't have to see you today.'
She knew it best not to start walking home, as Dib still thought she had detention, and getting home early would only lead to dumb and rather annoying questions from her dumb and rather annoying brother. So she walked up and down the city streets, bored. When she found herself sweating like crazy from the heat of the sun, she decided it best to go inside somewhere.
Flor-Mart happened to be the closest place with working air-conditioning, so she entered the superstore. Having nothing to do, she browsed around the video games. Naturally, the world was against her today.
Dear reader, have you ever lost something or done something that you were scared about, or weren't proud about? Did you then find that everything around you seemed to remind you of it? Yes, it can be quite irritating, can't it? Unfortunately, that's what was going on with poor little Gaz Membrane.
It started simply, as a young blonde girl walked by her. Her stomach was unnaturally round in that carrying-a-child way that Gaz hated so much. She groaned. And then her nose was greeted with the horrible scent of fresh dooky. She glanced over at a parked cart next to her, and saw a screaming infant kicking and screaming. She stomped out of the aisle, but not before tapping on a woman's shoulder and saying rather rudely, "You might wanna check on your baby. She's throwing a tantrum, and has the repulsing smell of a shitty diaper. If you don't mind, it's really bugging some of us other shoppers."
But that wasn't the end of it. It seemed that every other woman that passed was either pregnant, or already had a live smelly-baby in the cart. It was starting to become overwhelming. She huffed and puffed through the store, until she found herself at the pharmacy section of the store. A marvelous idea struck her. What if she wasn't really going to have a child after all? What if the sperm hadn't reached the egg? She grinned, her heart racing. There was only one way to be sure!
She grabbed a small blue box that contained a pregnancy-test stick, and a water bottle and proceeded to the check-out. After she had bought the two items, she rushed into the bathroom. She chugged down the water bottle, which made her stomach hurt, but it also was enough to fill her bladder up.
Since the image of what happened next isn't really necessary, and I'm sure many readers would rather not want the image in their heads, and the author really didn't find it pleasing to write, the next sixty seconds have been skipped.
Gaz stood in the stall, waiting for the results. The teensy-tiny screen read "Processing results..." and a pixelated hourglass was blinking under the words. Finally, the result appeared on the screen. Gaz hadn't realized she had stopped breathing in the seconds of anticipation, and let out the air that was welling up in her lungs. She looked at the screen.
A tiny plus sign appeared.
She was pregnant.
She grunted. "Dammit!" she mumbled and stormed out of the stall. She shoved the stick along with its box in the trash can and stomped out of the bathroom. 'And to think,' thought the pregnant Gaz Membrane. 'This all started with Zim needing a C in his stupid classes.'
So there's the seventh chapter. And yes, Gaz is officially pregnant now.
Something to clear up: Now that school is starting back up, I will not be able to publish these chapters as fast. No, I will not be abandoning this story. If it seems to be taking a rather long time for me to publish, don't be afraid to put the pressure on me to publish faster as WafflesofDoom43 did (LOL!).
Thank you. See you next chapter! R & R.
