Author's Note: I wrote this the day after trying to do a project with my friends, possibly the worst experience of my life. So of course I turned it into a fic which will probably be around four parts. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim. Just incase any kids from school actually log onto this site and read this and realize that they might have a character based on them I apologize. They aren't really. I just needed names since I can't remember any of the names of Zim's classmates being mentioned. And to the three kids who actually have characters based on them(my three group members), I dunno, beat me up in school or something.
It was another Friday afternoon spent with Mrs. Bitters, and Dib had lost all feeling in his toes. Six hours, he thought to himself. I've been here for six stinking hours. It was hard to believe it had only been six hours. He felt like he'd been lost in a void for six years. He could hardly remember anything that had happened all day, not that there had been anything worth remembering, Zim had been unusually quiet today.
The alien had obviously been up all night planning something, Dib just wished he knew what. He had made a point of glaring at him all morning and at lunch but now Zim was asleep at his desk and totally oblivious to whatever hate-filled looks Dib could send him. It was a maddening situation, which Mrs. Bitters could only make worse.
"Now class. Thanks to those worthless piece of slime sub-humans we call the Skool Board I am required to give out progress reports to all your parents so that they wont have heart attacks when they see how badly your failing on your report cards," hissed Mrs. Bitters, obviously very annoyed at having to do anything other than rant on about her favorite subjects, doom and destruction. "And since you've all been doing so poorly on your homework-"
"Mrs. Bitters," said one girl raising her hand and not bothering to wait to be called on. "I don't understand the homework, how come we're getting work sheets on the Human Anatomy? We're still on Space Explor-"
"SILENCE!" screamed Mrs. Bitters making the entire class jump, even Zim woke up for a minute before falling back asleep. "Don't question me! I control whether or not your parents let you live to see next semester!" Everyone shut up and held their breath.
"Anyway," said Mrs. Bitters calming down considerably. "Since all of you have been doing so poorly on your homework I will give you hopeless clods a chance to redeem yourselves with a project. Since you all seem to be doing so most poorly in language arts then that's the area this project will fall into. You will choose an urban legend-"
"Mrs. Bitters!"
"Yes Ted?"
"What's an urban legend?"
"You dare ask the one who holds the red pen to repeat herself?"
"Nevermind, I'll find out."
"Good, as I was saying. You will choose an urban legend, record it on tape so that we may listen to it in class, and you're being graded on sound effects. Due Monday! Questions?" Several kids actually dared to raise their hands.
"Yes Kyle?"
"I don't have a tape recorder."
"Then get one."
"I can't. What'll I do?"
"Fail."
Kyle's eyes teared up. "But my parents will be mad."
It was hard to tell the expression on Mrs. Bitters's face, in fact it was hard to tell if she even had an expression. "Then perhaps you'd like to earn some extra credit by taking care of our new lab rat this weekend," she suggested rather cynically. Everyone turned to look at the rat cage which was the littered with bones; the rat itself seemed to be gnawing on what looked disturbingly like a human finger.
"Anyone else got a problem," hissed Mrs. Bitters turning to glare at her class in her creepy snake like way. Everyone immediately dropped their hands.
"Good. You will be put into groups. ZIM!"
Zim's eyes snapped open and he bolted upright. "Huh-what SIR!" he yelled louder than was really necessary.
"You'll be grouped with Ross, Kyle and Randy," responded Mrs. Bitters not phased in the least.
"GOOD CHOICE SIR!" replied Zim saluting. "Grouped for what?" he asked the girl sitting behind him quietly.
"DIB! You will be saddled with hmm," Mrs. Bitters scanned her class list. "Jessie, Sarah and Alyssa. Any problems!" The last part was more a command to be silent than a question.
"No Mrs. Bitters, none what so ever," replied Dib slumping in his chair.
"Good!" Mrs. Bitters continued on with the assigning leaving Dib to scrutinize his partners.
He glanced over at one of the scariest girls he had ever met. Jessie Gee dug through her pockets (she had about 7 of them). She seemed to be looking for a pencil but all sorts of candy kept falling out. Dib saw Smickers, N'm'N's and even some Sour Tarts. Dib sighed and looked the other way only to see his other group member Sarah.
Sarah seemed to be hyperventilating. Dib experienced a brief moment of concern that the girl might pass out and be sent to the hospital before they could finish their project. He could hear her mutter things like; "I can't take it any more…mutter… mutter, I have to get out ….mutter…mutter, I'm breaking out." Dib turned around in his seat and was confronted with his final group member.
Alyssa had cleverly snuck in a CD player and was listening to it under the hood of the sweatshirt she always wore. Or at least it would have been clever had she not been practically yelling the lyrics as well as drumming along on her desk. "Say it aint so, I will not go. Turn the lights off, carry me home." Dib noted she was pretty good for someone playing the drum parts with a pencil. However she seemed totally oblivious to the world around her, even when the top of her pencil broke off and hit Kyle right between the eyes, she merely grabbed another pencil from her bag and continued her "concert".
I'm doomed, thought Dib. And it was the truth.
AN: Okay, that was kinda, well not good. But I needed to vent. The next parts will be coming out like tomorrow since it's 10:30pm now. Please review and tell me how to make it better.