" Why do the Good Girls , Always Want , The Bad Boys ? "
A Invader Zim Fanfic written by Alex Jones ( zimLover_05 )
NoteI do not , nor have i ever owned Invader Zim , Lara croft and
Tomb Raider , Rogue's Curse and Winnowill , The X-Files , Likin Park and
Crawling , Outlaw Star AND Castor Shells , The Maxtrix , V.W. Bugs ,
Chevrolet , Tool , KORN , TITANIC , No Doubt , The fith Element ,
SMASHMOUTH , SLUSHIES , William Shakesphere Or any of their mentioned
copyrighted material within this story .
...This is fan fic only , dont make me laugh !
My STUFF !
Misty Ambrosia the green haired Vixen ( and Dib's girlfriend ) ,
Viveca the cd-freak ,
Mr. Octavia the gruff teacher,
Willow the libraian ,
Raenaffel the Irkan Queen ,
Velvet , the heroine in Gaz's play ,
Derick Zim's best friend ,
Rickki the hostess of the party ,
And Mekii , Roger , Laruse and Dorthy ( the party goers ),
do belong to me ! Aren't they wonderful ??
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Story NOte
This story is set in 9th grade , when Zim , Gaz and Everyone are about 15 .
..I know Gaz is one year younger ,but i dicided to leave it like this .
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Two " Of Libraries and Setting sun "
Zim read about Rayek and the possession he had edured since the king killed his lover ,
the lady Winnowill , when suddenly he heard a loud thud behind him , and jumped out of his chair .
He nearly pitched Rogue's curse accross the library ,
Instead , he dropped it on the Oak table next to his chair .
He sprang to his feet and stood , looking back at what made the damn noise .
Miss Willow had dropped one of the books from her cart as she emptied out the drop .
She looked his way , her Irish features curled up in a freckled smile .
" Im dreadful sorry , did i scare you 'hon ? "
.....Did i scare you ???
He was no less shocked and spooked than he would be if Winnowill herself had transformed the book into a viper !
Gawd , It had to be Dib .
He never let him have a breath out of turn without calling it some sort of mimicing ritual ,
a death cry , or some other shit .
...He was becoming paranoid .
When he was calm again , and Willow had gone back to her desk on the other side of the room ,
he glanced at the clock hung high on the wall behind him . A few hours to go . The squeak of the gears ,
the click of the second hand , kept him watching , and then ...
.... And then the novel was back in his hands , and he was reading ,
sitting in the chair , as if the " Thud " never happened .
Maybe his entire life , from regeneration-tank birth , to who knows what kind of death ,
was on a videotape up on Irk , where one the Tallist had rewound it a few seconds , to the moment immeadeatly
before the jump , erasing his memory of the "Thud " .
....yet somehow forgetting to mind-wipe them off .
Apparently , red and purple were apprentance editors with a lot to learn .
Magic . Zim recalled the fantasy Novels in Gaz's Backpack .
Wizards , warlocks , necromancers , sorcerors , spellcasters .
This was the kind of experiance that made you think about that --- or question your sanity .
He reached for the book a second time , turned it in his hands , then flicked the pages with a thumb .
..Gaz did that a lot when she was either not paying attention , bored or listening to someone she was sitting with , not the book .
Gazing thoughtfully at the penciled and inked drawings , he let the pages fan through again .
He fanned and fanned .
What he had here wasn't magic . What he had was another point of missing time , only a few seconds , shorter even then his moment on the phone
in the " kitchen " the previous day .
Shorter ?
Was it really ?
He consulted his wristwatch. Maybe not shorter . He couldn't be sure , because he hadn't checked the time when he began reading . Maybe he had just zoned out for a few , and even longer perhaps .
...Missing time .
What sence did this make ?
..... None .
Back on Irk , in his old life , there was always something to learn , something to be taught , concoured , healed , built , and soon enough , that proved fatal for the planet .
...For there was no Irk anymore , just the Two tallest , the legion ship , and the 9 billion children that never knew anything about who they were , just work .
He crossed the room , to the coat rack , picked up his jacket , and left .
the book lyed on the table .
Long after willow left
A Invader Zim Fanfic written by Alex Jones ( zimLover_05 )
NoteI do not , nor have i ever owned Invader Zim , Lara croft and
Tomb Raider , Rogue's Curse and Winnowill , The X-Files , Likin Park and
Crawling , Outlaw Star AND Castor Shells , The Maxtrix , V.W. Bugs ,
Chevrolet , Tool , KORN , TITANIC , No Doubt , The fith Element ,
SMASHMOUTH , SLUSHIES , William Shakesphere Or any of their mentioned
copyrighted material within this story .
...This is fan fic only , dont make me laugh !
My STUFF !
Misty Ambrosia the green haired Vixen ( and Dib's girlfriend ) ,
Viveca the cd-freak ,
Mr. Octavia the gruff teacher,
Willow the libraian ,
Raenaffel the Irkan Queen ,
Velvet , the heroine in Gaz's play ,
Derick Zim's best friend ,
Rickki the hostess of the party ,
And Mekii , Roger , Laruse and Dorthy ( the party goers ),
do belong to me ! Aren't they wonderful ??
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Story NOte
This story is set in 9th grade , when Zim , Gaz and Everyone are about 15 .
..I know Gaz is one year younger ,but i dicided to leave it like this .
**************************************************************************
Two " Of Libraries and Setting sun "
Zim read about Rayek and the possession he had edured since the king killed his lover ,
the lady Winnowill , when suddenly he heard a loud thud behind him , and jumped out of his chair .
He nearly pitched Rogue's curse accross the library ,
Instead , he dropped it on the Oak table next to his chair .
He sprang to his feet and stood , looking back at what made the damn noise .
Miss Willow had dropped one of the books from her cart as she emptied out the drop .
She looked his way , her Irish features curled up in a freckled smile .
" Im dreadful sorry , did i scare you 'hon ? "
.....Did i scare you ???
He was no less shocked and spooked than he would be if Winnowill herself had transformed the book into a viper !
Gawd , It had to be Dib .
He never let him have a breath out of turn without calling it some sort of mimicing ritual ,
a death cry , or some other shit .
...He was becoming paranoid .
When he was calm again , and Willow had gone back to her desk on the other side of the room ,
he glanced at the clock hung high on the wall behind him . A few hours to go . The squeak of the gears ,
the click of the second hand , kept him watching , and then ...
.... And then the novel was back in his hands , and he was reading ,
sitting in the chair , as if the " Thud " never happened .
Maybe his entire life , from regeneration-tank birth , to who knows what kind of death ,
was on a videotape up on Irk , where one the Tallist had rewound it a few seconds , to the moment immeadeatly
before the jump , erasing his memory of the "Thud " .
....yet somehow forgetting to mind-wipe them off .
Apparently , red and purple were apprentance editors with a lot to learn .
Magic . Zim recalled the fantasy Novels in Gaz's Backpack .
Wizards , warlocks , necromancers , sorcerors , spellcasters .
This was the kind of experiance that made you think about that --- or question your sanity .
He reached for the book a second time , turned it in his hands , then flicked the pages with a thumb .
..Gaz did that a lot when she was either not paying attention , bored or listening to someone she was sitting with , not the book .
Gazing thoughtfully at the penciled and inked drawings , he let the pages fan through again .
He fanned and fanned .
What he had here wasn't magic . What he had was another point of missing time , only a few seconds , shorter even then his moment on the phone
in the " kitchen " the previous day .
Shorter ?
Was it really ?
He consulted his wristwatch. Maybe not shorter . He couldn't be sure , because he hadn't checked the time when he began reading . Maybe he had just zoned out for a few , and even longer perhaps .
...Missing time .
What sence did this make ?
..... None .
Back on Irk , in his old life , there was always something to learn , something to be taught , concoured , healed , built , and soon enough , that proved fatal for the planet .
...For there was no Irk anymore , just the Two tallest , the legion ship , and the 9 billion children that never knew anything about who they were , just work .
He crossed the room , to the coat rack , picked up his jacket , and left .
the book lyed on the table .
Long after willow left