SilverRogue: *is watching the ceiling fan go around in circles* @_@
Nightshade: *rubs forehead like she's getting a headache* I've forced her to post the second chapter. Hopefully the story will make more sense now, but I doubt it.
Wednesday (SilverRogue's other muse): IlikethestorybutitwouldbebetterifitwereahumorstoryandnotangstbecauseIdon'tli keangst'casueangstisallscaryandsad-
Nightshade: SHUT UP!
Begin Chapter Two
Dib sighed. He was in hell, affectionately known as Ms. Bitter's afterschool detention. ~All I did was get into one or two small fights and caused one little explosion and everyone gets all mad at me~ Dib thought sourly as he scratched his initials into his desk, trying to shake off the eerie sinking feeling in his stomach. For some odd reason, he couldn't seem to get Zim's words from earlier that day out of his head.
"I tire of your constant annoyance. setback. things, Earth Boy! I shall strike where it hurts most and be rid of you once and for all!!!" The words seemed to echo over and over in Dib's mind. Not knowing what Zim was up to bothered Dib much more than the fact that Zim was up to something. After all, how on earth could he possibly defend himself if he had no idea what he was up against?
Just then, there was a sudden high-pitched shriek. "IT'S AN ALIEN INVASION!!!!" Dib yelled as he dove under his desk. He watched as Torque Smacky picked up his books and walked out the door. He then turned his gaze to Ms. Bitters, who gave him a piercing glare.
"Dib! Get out from under your desk! That was the bell! Now leave and don't come back until tomorrow!" She snarled at him.
Dib quickly gathered up his books and bolted out the door, feeling very stupid. It hadn't been Zim attacking, it had just been the bell. Oh well, at least he was outside. Dib stopped in his tracks as he stepped into the schoolyard, dropping his books, and he stared in a mix of awe and shock at what he saw.
End Chapter Two
Nightshade: Okay, I know it's short, but SilverRogue isn't the best writer at four in the morning.
Wednesday: Ihelpedherwritethischapter-
Nightshade: -which only made matters worse. Please pardon Wednesday. She likes to talk. We're starting work on chapter two.
Nightshade: *rubs forehead like she's getting a headache* I've forced her to post the second chapter. Hopefully the story will make more sense now, but I doubt it.
Wednesday (SilverRogue's other muse): IlikethestorybutitwouldbebetterifitwereahumorstoryandnotangstbecauseIdon'tli keangst'casueangstisallscaryandsad-
Nightshade: SHUT UP!
Begin Chapter Two
Dib sighed. He was in hell, affectionately known as Ms. Bitter's afterschool detention. ~All I did was get into one or two small fights and caused one little explosion and everyone gets all mad at me~ Dib thought sourly as he scratched his initials into his desk, trying to shake off the eerie sinking feeling in his stomach. For some odd reason, he couldn't seem to get Zim's words from earlier that day out of his head.
"I tire of your constant annoyance. setback. things, Earth Boy! I shall strike where it hurts most and be rid of you once and for all!!!" The words seemed to echo over and over in Dib's mind. Not knowing what Zim was up to bothered Dib much more than the fact that Zim was up to something. After all, how on earth could he possibly defend himself if he had no idea what he was up against?
Just then, there was a sudden high-pitched shriek. "IT'S AN ALIEN INVASION!!!!" Dib yelled as he dove under his desk. He watched as Torque Smacky picked up his books and walked out the door. He then turned his gaze to Ms. Bitters, who gave him a piercing glare.
"Dib! Get out from under your desk! That was the bell! Now leave and don't come back until tomorrow!" She snarled at him.
Dib quickly gathered up his books and bolted out the door, feeling very stupid. It hadn't been Zim attacking, it had just been the bell. Oh well, at least he was outside. Dib stopped in his tracks as he stepped into the schoolyard, dropping his books, and he stared in a mix of awe and shock at what he saw.
End Chapter Two
Nightshade: Okay, I know it's short, but SilverRogue isn't the best writer at four in the morning.
Wednesday: Ihelpedherwritethischapter-
Nightshade: -which only made matters worse. Please pardon Wednesday. She likes to talk. We're starting work on chapter two.