This is from the POV of Gaz. I'll inform you again if it isn't from the main character's POV.
Here we go again.
Apparently, the new kid's an alien.
According to my brother, Dib, at least.
It's always something. Since this weekend, it's been a Bigfoot in our garage.
He said he heard and saw it.
He dragged me out, frantically pointing at nothing.
He seems to have let go of it right now.
It's Zim now.
Now we've got an imaginary alien in his class.
It's Tuesday evening.
I doubt I'd ever care what he thought if one factor was removed.
That it can cause consequences.
Big ones.
Like calling the government about a monster he saw.
Or maybe depriving himself of sleep to catch the creature in his closet.
Or, as he says proudly, chasing a disguised alien a few blocks.
A few blocks.
What is up with my brother?
He can't tell reality from his fantasyland in his head.
He can hurt himself.
Or others.
So, why do I even humor him?
I leave the room, where he's rambling about hearing some transmission about food or whatever.
I open up my gaming device, determined to ignore him proudly saying how he beat something up.
A few more levels, and the game is finished.
I know I can't shut it out forever.
But I want to.
I really want to.
I try.
I fail.
