Stupidity

Author's note:

      Okay, my last fic was depressing, and I got a few e-mails from readers telling me I should try "happy" fics once in a while. Now I'm sitting here, shamelessly inserting myself into a Zim fanfiction that I haven't planned in any way. I'm going to remove this after a few days (unless you people like, which I know you won't; I mean, I coming up with this as I go along x_x). I just wanted to prove I AM capable of a "happy" fic, dammit! Uh… and I don't own Invader Zim. I do own me, however. I hope. Beware for total OOC-ness, and general stupidity.

Flames are welcome.

     

      Ms. Bitters walked…or…slithered…or…floated (no one could really tell) into the classroom with a small girl in (gasp!) a t-shirt and jeans.  She had short, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes A/N: Actually, my eyes change colors, and are more often than not gray, but I like typing blue-green, and long arms.

 "Children, this is another doomed, common face into the crowd. Her name is Zoe." She pronounced it Zo.

"Um, it's Zo-ee," Zoe corrected timidly.

"Fine then, Zo-ee, go sit down!" Ms. Bitters snapped. She pointed at a seat behind a boy that had a big head, and a scythe…thing…bang. A/N: In other words: Dib -_-;

   Zoe rushed to the desk and plopped down, now genuinely afraid of Ms. Bitters. She pulled out some paper and a pencil and prepared to take notes as Ms. Bitters began the lesson.

"Don't waste your energy taking notes. All she ever talks about is how the universe is doomed," the boy in front of her whispered.

"Uh, okay. So what do I do?"

"Draw, write, plot, whatever."

"Okay. Thanks."

"By the way, I'm Dib."

"Nice to meet you, Dib."

"Nice to meet you, Zoe."

Ms. Bitters caught the two talking and yelled them for being incompetent little children… something like that.  Zoe drew until lunchtime.

  As the class filed out, Dib walked up beside her.

"Hey, Zoe. Do you see that little green kid with no nose or ears?"

"Yeah…"

" That's Zim. He's an alien and he's planning to take over the world. I have pictures to prove it, but he made me forget where I put the extras."

"Uh…"

"He has this secret laboratory and a little robot…thing that has the disguise of a green dog."

"Um… well… I… certainly… hope… he's enjoying his stay." Zoe said slowly.

Dib stopped and stared.

"What do you mean 'I certainly hope he's enjoying his stay'?!" Dib practically screamed, catching up with her.

"I don't know, really. It's my first day here, Dib. The last thing I'm going to think about is little green men from Mars," Zoe sighed. 

"This is true," Dib replied. "You need to get used to the school."

"Yes. Yes I do."

They had arrived at the cafeteria.

"Oh, and by the way, if you want to keep all your organs, I'd suggest you not eat lunch today: It's ketchup and rice day," Dib said quietly.

As if to prove his point, a kid fell holding his stomach and writhing in pain. Zoe paled considerably.

"I'll store that away. Thanks, again."

"No problem."

Dib walked away.

So now Zoe was alone. She saw "Zim" at a table alone picking his food with a fork and walked over quietly.

"May I sit here?"

Author's Note, AGAIN! :

Wee…okay, should I finish this?

 (several people run away screaming, and a few even go on murderous rampages, having lost their sanity at the first sentence)

 Um…okay.