Disclaimer: Invader Zim belongs to Jhonen Vasquez and Nickelodeon. The plot is mine.Author's Note: A quick note to the reviewer who asked what this was in not such a nice way: This is a story about GIR, Zim, Dib, and basically everyone from the TV show "Invader Zim." You read the summary. What the heck did you think it was?
Chapter Four: What About Miss Bitters?
The following Monday, Zim reluctantly returned to Skool. He had spent the weekend fixing his lab and watching TV with GIR. The last thing he wanted to do was more useless work for his scary, snakey teacher Miss Bitters.
As Zim entered the classroom, he could tell that something was going on. All of the "filthy human stinkbeasts" were engaged in excited conversation. Zim quietly sat down at his desk and tried to eavesdrop. Words like "lottery" and phrases like "lots of money," popped out at him.
"Lottery?" he wondered. "Perhaps it is some horrible human torture device!" He sat thinking.
"What's the matter, ZIM?" asked Dib, appearing out of nowhere and getting up in Zim's face. "Don't know what the lottery is? EVERY human knows what the lottery is! Even Old Kid!"
"I heard that!" barked Old Kid angrily from the back of the room.
"Oh, of course I know what the lottery is," lied Zim. "Doesn't everyone?" he looked away, trying to appear normal.
"Sit down, all of you horrible monsters!" commanded Miss Bitters as she slithered through the door and scratched her nails on the chalkboard. Everyone ran for their seats. "Today's terrible lesson is about something terrible."
Dib couldn't concentrate on the terrible lesson. Wonderful thoughts of winning the lottery swirled through his mind. "Mine, mine, mine," he sighed dreamily, thinking of the money he would win. He'd buy his dad a new lab, his sister a million games, and for himself he would buy fame.
"Dib! Pay attention!" barked Miss Bitters. Dib snapped out of his daydream reluctantly. The class snickered. "Be quiet!" she commanded.
"Miss Bitters?" called Zim, waving his hands.
"What?" she barked.
"Since Dib obviously wasn't paying attention to today's horrible-"
"Terrible," corrected Miss Bitters, glaring at Zim angrily.
"Today's terrible lesson, he should have an extra assignment."
"You think so?" asked Miss Bitters, laughing evilly and hissing.
"That's not fair!" cried Dib.
Suddenly, the bell rang. All of the children and Zim raced out of the room. Zim was eager to get back to his base to find out what this "lottery" thing was.
Dib, however, reluctantly stayed behind, going up to Miss Bitters's desk. "Do I have to do an extra assignment?" he whined.
"Get out of here NOW!" she shrieked, pushing him towards the door frantically. Once Dib was gone, she bolted the door and covered the windows. Reaching into her desk, she laughed evilly.
She pulled out lottery tickets! "Yes, my precious tickets," she hissed. The one love Miss Bitters had was lottery tickets. She loved the lottery. And she knew that one day she would win. "Then I could finally quit this horrible torture of a job," she whispered, counting the tickets for a hundredth time. "I MUST WIN!"
Chapter Four: What About Miss Bitters?
The following Monday, Zim reluctantly returned to Skool. He had spent the weekend fixing his lab and watching TV with GIR. The last thing he wanted to do was more useless work for his scary, snakey teacher Miss Bitters.
As Zim entered the classroom, he could tell that something was going on. All of the "filthy human stinkbeasts" were engaged in excited conversation. Zim quietly sat down at his desk and tried to eavesdrop. Words like "lottery" and phrases like "lots of money," popped out at him.
"Lottery?" he wondered. "Perhaps it is some horrible human torture device!" He sat thinking.
"What's the matter, ZIM?" asked Dib, appearing out of nowhere and getting up in Zim's face. "Don't know what the lottery is? EVERY human knows what the lottery is! Even Old Kid!"
"I heard that!" barked Old Kid angrily from the back of the room.
"Oh, of course I know what the lottery is," lied Zim. "Doesn't everyone?" he looked away, trying to appear normal.
"Sit down, all of you horrible monsters!" commanded Miss Bitters as she slithered through the door and scratched her nails on the chalkboard. Everyone ran for their seats. "Today's terrible lesson is about something terrible."
Dib couldn't concentrate on the terrible lesson. Wonderful thoughts of winning the lottery swirled through his mind. "Mine, mine, mine," he sighed dreamily, thinking of the money he would win. He'd buy his dad a new lab, his sister a million games, and for himself he would buy fame.
"Dib! Pay attention!" barked Miss Bitters. Dib snapped out of his daydream reluctantly. The class snickered. "Be quiet!" she commanded.
"Miss Bitters?" called Zim, waving his hands.
"What?" she barked.
"Since Dib obviously wasn't paying attention to today's horrible-"
"Terrible," corrected Miss Bitters, glaring at Zim angrily.
"Today's terrible lesson, he should have an extra assignment."
"You think so?" asked Miss Bitters, laughing evilly and hissing.
"That's not fair!" cried Dib.
Suddenly, the bell rang. All of the children and Zim raced out of the room. Zim was eager to get back to his base to find out what this "lottery" thing was.
Dib, however, reluctantly stayed behind, going up to Miss Bitters's desk. "Do I have to do an extra assignment?" he whined.
"Get out of here NOW!" she shrieked, pushing him towards the door frantically. Once Dib was gone, she bolted the door and covered the windows. Reaching into her desk, she laughed evilly.
She pulled out lottery tickets! "Yes, my precious tickets," she hissed. The one love Miss Bitters had was lottery tickets. She loved the lottery. And she knew that one day she would win. "Then I could finally quit this horrible torture of a job," she whispered, counting the tickets for a hundredth time. "I MUST WIN!"
