All right, after much thinking, I think Dib's mom is deceased. Don't ask for any theories, that's just what I think. Well, Dib and Zim get in another fight, but not with fists, but with words. And when Dib gets enough of it, he runs off. Well, hope ya enjoy this part.

DISCALAIMER: I don't own Invader Zim. Does it look like I do if I'm writing fanfics instead of scripts? Plus, the Don't Sue People Panda says it's bad to sue people.

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Insult p.2
By: Bishoujo At Large (Puppyfeet)
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It had been fifteen minutes before they were allowed to go see the principal. As Miss Smith walked out and back down toward her classroom, she pointed toward the door. "The principal will see you now," she muttered irritably.

Dib stood up and walked for the door that led to the principal's office. As he could hardly see, he rammed into the door that had been closed. Zim had walked in before Dib, and he didn't even notice.

He went back to the chair he was sitting on and pulled his knees up his chest. His black trechcoat almost covered his whole head making only his hair stick out. Dib's head didn't feel so bad because of the darkness. His eyes were droopy and he closed them.

"Stupid alien," he muttered.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office, Zim was receiving his punishment. He impatiently waited for the principal to stop writing the referral he was already getting. Once he was handed the slip of paper, the principal spoke.

"It seems fighting is starting to get to this school," he droned in a monotonous voice. "And people need discipline who do that. I'm suspending you for three days, and then giving you a week's detention after that."

Zim really couldn't care less for the punishment. "Anything else," he said quietly.
"Yes. You have to apologize to Dib."

Zim's eyes widened. 'Why should I apologize? To Dib especially?! These stupid humans.' he thought.

The green boy sighed and walked out of the office. He saw the row of chairs he was formerly sitting in. He looked over to the chair next to him, and saw Dib sleeping. Black tufts of his hair were sticking out above his coat, and his head was covered up.

Zim decided to wake up Dib, so the principal wouldn't get mad at him, even though his instincts went against it. He slapped him upside where he thought his head was and in an instant Dib's head shot out of the trenchcoat, resembling what a turtle would've done. His eyes squinted to see who the culprit who woke him up was.

He saw Zim staring down at him. "The principal said it's your turn to see him," Zim said. Dib stood up and began walking when he felt something tug at his coat.

Dib turned around to see Zim looking up at him as if he was trying to think of something.

'Maybe I'll just apologize to him in the Irken way.' With that thought in mind, Zim put a gloved hand up to Dib's forehead, imprinting his palm softly onto it. Dib stared at him, arching an eyebrow. "What are you doing, taking my temperature?" Dib asked Zim a little hurtfully.
"No, it's just that..." Zim trailed off, letting his hand come back to him. "Never mind. I just hope you get a worse punishment than me!" he yelled, and walked off.

Once Dib was in the principal's office, he too had received a referral. Once he was handed it, the principal started giving him the fighting speech he gave to Zim as well. "Therefore, your punishment will be the same thing as Zim's."
"What's that?" Dib asked.
"You get detention for a week, but before that, you get a three day suspension. It's a shame to see someone like you be so much like this. Your father was never like this here."
"My dad went to this school?" Dib cringed at the thought of his dad actually being at the same messed up school as he. The principal turned to look at Dib.
"Why yes. And he was a model student for this school. Everybody knew that he'd be very successful. HE never got in fights either. I'm surprised you don't know this Dib. Didn't he ever tell you?"
"No. In fact, he never talks much about his past and stuff like that."
"Yes, well he was always very quiet," the principal said with a smug smile. "Well, you'd better be off now, it's almost time for school to be dismissed."

Dib walked out of the office, the referral in his hand, sighing deeply. Then his exasperated expression changed to an angered one. " Zim, you stupid bastard."

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Zim was in a train of thought as he walked down the sidewalk. He didn't pay attention to any of his surroundings, for it was getting cloudy, and he even ignored the ice cream truck driving by telling people that that their heads would explode if they didn't buy their ice cream.

He thought about what he was going to do with his three days of freedom, he thought about what he was going to do when he was in detention, he thought about the fight he had with Dib.

Come to think of it, the fight had stayed in his mind all day. His body still ached in some places. He wondered if Dib was aching too. He shook the thought off. "I hope the principal broke Dib's bones. At least I won't have him chasing me easily," Zim said aloud arrogantly.

"Just to let you know Zim, the principal didn't break my bones," a voice said cutting off Zim's train of thought. He turned around to see Dib, looking angry. Zim glared at him.

"Well, he should've," he retorted coldly. They both stared at each other in defensive poses. After about ten minutes, a rumble in the sky made Zim tense up. Dib started laughing.

"It sounds rain, Zim. Better run along now so your fake parents will comfort you from the big bad rain," he taunted. Zim remained silent, staring up at the darkening clouds. "Or maybe that little green dog will try to cheer you up."
Zim turned his head to Dib with a suspicious expression.
"Yes, I have seen that little dog roaming around like an idiot, and sucking on his slushees all the time. I pity you sometimes Zim."
"Why? I have everything I could want!" Zim said as lightning started flashing in the skies. A girl bumped into him while running for home, and he could smell the rain in the air now. He didn't care though. He couldn't give an argument up just because of some rain. He just hoped it was a little sprinkle.

He focused his attention back on Dib. "Oh, but you don't have everything you could want. Nobody does, not even an alien like you," Dib said.
"Well, then why do you pity me and not everybody else?"
"Because practically everybody has a family. It doesn't matter who it is, they're someone you can confide in, and they comfort you. You don't have a family Zim, since you're always probably too busy in trying to take over the planet." Zim glared at Dib and walked up to him. He knew what exactly what he wanted to say to this stupid human, and how hurtful he wanted it to sound.

Zim pointed a finger at the other boy. "Oh yeah? It's not like you have this 'family' either, Dib," he began.
"What do you mean?" Dib asked.
"You know what I mean. You don't have a family, and if you do, it's not one that you described."
"I have a good family. My family cares for me, and they love me!"
"Yeah right. I remember Parent Teacher Night a few years back. Your dad wasn't even really there, and when he was on the screen, he was just wrapped up in his work. And you don't have a mom do you?" Dib's angry expression softened when Zim said that.
"That's not my fault," he said quickly. He looked down at the ground and saw a raindrop splatter on the concrete. He didn't raise his head.
"You have a dad that doesn't pay attention to you, no mom, a sister that hates you, and no friends. Some family," Zim said coldly.

Dib tried to stop the tears welling up in his eyes. He kept his head down so Zim wouldn't see. After another rumble of thunder in the sky, Dib walked past Zim. "I gotta go," he choked, and ran off blindly.

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All right kiddies, that's all the time I have for today. I'm very sorry for not posting this up sooner, but my computer was fried, and writer's block can be very evil.
Okay, I need help where Dib should run off to. You guys get to decide. I have three choices.

Should Dib run off to:
a. A bad part of the city
b. To Zim's house without knowing it
c. To his house
or d. The sidewalk in front of the substitute teacher's house they had

Well, there are your choices. Go ahead and tell me by reviewing of you can email me.