disclaimer: i do not own Invader Zim or its characters.
author's note: aah, this is just an idea I had thought up, hope you don't mind cause it means I wrote this isntead of on my main fanfic....Dib's POV
Ah, my first day in my new Career class. My counselor sent me here when I told her that I was looking for a good path to go to become a Paranormal Investigator... I guess they do teach all careers in this class.
My teacher is nice, she seems friendly... I shudder as I think back to Mrs. Bitterz' old classrooms... it was heaven on Earth to be away from that classroom.
I glance up and watch, and listen as my new teacher, Mrs. Smilez as she goes on about the class. Gosh, I wish that teachers didn't take their last name so seriously.... she just smiles so much I can see every little bit of her teeth.... and she must have eaten brocolli at lunch.
I shake my head and listen, I know I don't want to get a bad grade in this class, and every bit of information I can get is good.
"Today, we will be doing our first assignment," she was even more cheerful than the head cheerleader I saw in the hall, "You are all going to write an essay! And in this essay you'll include your career choice, and the reasons you want to follow that carreer. How things got started and how things are now. And its due tomorrow!"
So that's going to be how she'll get to know us and what type of things we are interested in... it's only fair. I pull out a piece of paper and a pencil and jot down some notes before she gives us time to work on our essays.
All of my life as I know it, I have been interested in one occupation above all others, Paranormal
Investigation. I say all of my life as I know it, because before then I have no memories.
When I was a young boy, at the age of 5... there was a bad accident. It was a cold, rainy day, and the view
on the road was very bad. The day before my birthday, November 5th. And I can remember it like it was
yesterday. White was the last thing I remember, before my blackout. When I woke up, my father was
standing over me, holding my sister in his arms. He told me that I was going to be alright... the first words
out of my mouth were "How is mom?" and his response broke my heart. Ever since then I wanted to see her
again, and to tell her that I love her. And that is why I want to be a Paranormal investigator
I want to find her, and I want to help everyone who suffered a loss like mine by finding their lost loved ones.
I want to show everyone that I am not crazy, and that outerworldly beings do exist.
Author's note: That was just my idea of how his paranormal obsession began... sorry it wasn't that long, but I did say it would be a short fic XD!