Disclaimer: I don't own Invader Zim, never have, never will, but I wish I did!!!

Authors note: This short story is before Zim came to Earth. It's the first time Dib has Ms Bitters and these are his thoughts on what happens.


THE TEACHER FROM HELL!

By The Slayer



Silence fell over the class as she walked up the ramp, that we lined like mechanical robots. Step by step, inch by inch Ms Bitters approached the door.

Ms Bitters turned and cast her eyes over the class. A chill ran down all our spines. For students have been known to attend her class and never been heard from again. It is rumoured that she loves to torture young souls with nouns, verbs and adjectives. She takes great delight in turning their exam papers blood red, with crosses.

Peter perfect looses all self-confidence when waiting outside Ms Bitters's torture chamber. He is now a nervous wreck, his usually bold freckles are now fading away from his face. I have never seen him so nervous and afraid before. He is like a lost puppy.

Shaylee, the loud mouth of the class, who always has something to say, completely looses her voice.

"Hey Dib, isn't it funny when Shaylee opens her mouth nothing comes out." Kelly whispered to me.

Just then Ms Bitters turned around and stared at Kelly so coldly that her curly hair straightened.

The little hairs stood up on the back of my neck as she fixed her stare onto me. I started to tremble and the beads of moisture formed and rolled off my face. My heart was beating so hard that I was sure that it would burst out of my chest.

"Oh no what am I going to do?
Has she seen us whispering or not? ...
What if she has? ...
What will she do to us? ...
We are goners for sure! ..."

We all filed in like androids. My heart started to thump faster and faster, it was beating so loud that you could hear it a mile away.

I start to look for a means of escape but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. It's too late! I have been engulfed into the darkness of the torture chamber. Who knows what horrible things Ms Bitters has got instore for us!

The torture chamber smelt like rotten cheese or maybe it is a rotten carcase of a child that has been whispering in his class. The smell got stronger as I got to the front of the torture chamber. When I got to my seat the smell was so strong that it made me want to throw up. So I held my breath.

The silence is broken by Ms Bitters's icy cold voice echoing off the walls.

"Right class," as a small grin forms on her face "Today you are required to write a 600 word essay, to be handed in at the end of the period."

"Oh no!" I manage to cough out as my breath escapes.

This is the ultimate torture! A flood of thoughts crowds my head.
What will I write about?
What about my spelling? (Which is atrocious.)
What about the nouns, verbs and adjectives?

As writers block set in I went into total panic. My mind had gone blank.

Just then I felt a weight on my right shoulder. It's Bitters's hand! Terror strikes my heart. What have I done?

I sheepishly turned around and faced my worst nightmare. Ms Bitters displeased with me for talking in her class. From the stillness of her face I knew it was time to leave. I rose from my seat and headed for my uncertain fate.

There's only one thing worse than attending Ms Bitters's class and that is being thrown out of Ms Bitters's class.


The End






WARNING!

I would like to sound a warning to all students in 2001,
Your worst nightmare has not yet begun,
So learn to punctuate, spell and read,
For if you don't, you won't succeed,
For Bitters's stare is too much to bare!



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