Disclaimer: Yo. Not mine.
(note: dyslexia is a brain disorder where you write things or read things as backwards or opposite of what they are. ^-^)
Dib sat quietly in class, staring at his test.
'If two mooses cross the street while a man eating chicken observes from above, then how many apples do I have?'
He thought for a moment, then entered 'Doom' into the answer space. When in Ms. Bitters' class and in doubt, then doom usually worked.
Dib finished his test, and turned his paper over. He sat there quietly for a minute.
Time passed.
Dib looked up at the clock. Dayamn! Still a whole hour to go?
Maybe he should've gone through the test more carefully.
Dib sighed, flipping his test right-side up again. He carefully went over the questions, checking all his answers thoroughly.. well, as best as he could, with the questions making no sense. Dib erased some things, crossed out others, re-wrote, and showed his work in neat sections beside the answers. He erased any stray lines, perfected his signature on top o th test, and even corrected some of the grammar mistakes Ms. Bitters had made. He then turned his paper over, confident that he had at least done away with a half hour. Dib glanced at the clock.
WHAT?! Only five minutes had passed?
But, Dib had no time to bemoan his fate,for just then..an alien burst through his ribcage!!
...
Oh, oops, the door. I meant door, not ribcage.
"HA! I, Zim, have escaped your 'jungle' trap! Now, to-"
"ZIM! No talking during the test!"
"But I didn-"
"That's it, it's solitary confinement for you!" Ms. Bitters slithered over, picking Zim up by the scruff oh his neck. She then took the poor, futiley struggling Irken over to her desk, where she pressed a small, inconspicuous button on the side of her desk.
A trapdoor swung open in the middle of the room, creaking loudly from years of disuse. A cobweb stretched from the lid to the floor, but it was quickly broken by the small army of bats that flew, screeching, from the hole.
The entire class stared at it in shocked silence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Zita shrieked as a thin, skeletonlike hand reached out of the hole. A bony old man pulled himself up out of the hole. He had a long, scraggly beard and a wild look on his deranged face. Gray clothing hung from his malnourished body in scraps and rags.
He glared around the room with sunken eyes, flecks of froth flying from his long yellow teeth from the rapid movement of his head. His beard, however, stayed in place, hardened by a thick layer of what looked like caked blood. The man made a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a snort, then coughed up a rat skeleton onto one of the childrens' desks.
"SQUEEEE!!" the kid squee'd, and ran screaming out of the room.
The old scrawny corpse of a man turned to Ms. Bitters.
"Is solitary confinement over now, Ms. Bitters? Can I go home?"
"Oh, Stuart, I forgot about you. Yes, you may go home."
"YAY!!" the shrunken shadow of a man squealed, then ran out the door.
"..." Zim eloquently stated. "..No! You can't put me in theeere! That's cruel and unusual punishMEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee.." he shrieked when Ms. Bitters let him go, trailing off as he fell into the abyss. Dib jumped out of his seat and ran over to the hole, peering down into the shadowy depths.
"HAHAHA, Zim! You got solitary confinement, nyah nyah nyah! Stupid alien!"
"DIB! No talking during the test! Solitary confinement for you, too!" Ms. Bitters said, looming over Dib from behind him.
"No, please, Ms. Bitters! I'm sorry, I swear! Don't make me go down there with Zim!"
"No exceptions!" Ms. Bitters said, bringing back her mighty boot.
"NOOOO-Wait, it's not solitary confinement if I'm there with ZiiiiiIIIIIIAHHHHHHHH!" Dib screamed like a little girl as he fell down, down into the solitary confinement hole of doooom.
The class stared.
"GET BACK TO WORK!" Ms. Bitters snarled. Everyone jumped slightly, and then buried themselves back in their work.
A/N Wee! Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they made me feel toasty and good.. now do it some more!!.. please? This thing's probably gonna get to be a real novel.. I have a lot of ideas for it. But, alas, my ideas are like some sort of car, and reviews are what fuel it. You know, like that car with the grass in that movie with the dog.. yeah. I love you all!!
(note: dyslexia is a brain disorder where you write things or read things as backwards or opposite of what they are. ^-^)
Dib sat quietly in class, staring at his test.
'If two mooses cross the street while a man eating chicken observes from above, then how many apples do I have?'
He thought for a moment, then entered 'Doom' into the answer space. When in Ms. Bitters' class and in doubt, then doom usually worked.
Dib finished his test, and turned his paper over. He sat there quietly for a minute.
Time passed.
Dib looked up at the clock. Dayamn! Still a whole hour to go?
Maybe he should've gone through the test more carefully.
Dib sighed, flipping his test right-side up again. He carefully went over the questions, checking all his answers thoroughly.. well, as best as he could, with the questions making no sense. Dib erased some things, crossed out others, re-wrote, and showed his work in neat sections beside the answers. He erased any stray lines, perfected his signature on top o th test, and even corrected some of the grammar mistakes Ms. Bitters had made. He then turned his paper over, confident that he had at least done away with a half hour. Dib glanced at the clock.
WHAT?! Only five minutes had passed?
But, Dib had no time to bemoan his fate,for just then..an alien burst through his ribcage!!
...
Oh, oops, the door. I meant door, not ribcage.
"HA! I, Zim, have escaped your 'jungle' trap! Now, to-"
"ZIM! No talking during the test!"
"But I didn-"
"That's it, it's solitary confinement for you!" Ms. Bitters slithered over, picking Zim up by the scruff oh his neck. She then took the poor, futiley struggling Irken over to her desk, where she pressed a small, inconspicuous button on the side of her desk.
A trapdoor swung open in the middle of the room, creaking loudly from years of disuse. A cobweb stretched from the lid to the floor, but it was quickly broken by the small army of bats that flew, screeching, from the hole.
The entire class stared at it in shocked silence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Zita shrieked as a thin, skeletonlike hand reached out of the hole. A bony old man pulled himself up out of the hole. He had a long, scraggly beard and a wild look on his deranged face. Gray clothing hung from his malnourished body in scraps and rags.
He glared around the room with sunken eyes, flecks of froth flying from his long yellow teeth from the rapid movement of his head. His beard, however, stayed in place, hardened by a thick layer of what looked like caked blood. The man made a noise that sounded halfway between a growl and a snort, then coughed up a rat skeleton onto one of the childrens' desks.
"SQUEEEE!!" the kid squee'd, and ran screaming out of the room.
The old scrawny corpse of a man turned to Ms. Bitters.
"Is solitary confinement over now, Ms. Bitters? Can I go home?"
"Oh, Stuart, I forgot about you. Yes, you may go home."
"YAY!!" the shrunken shadow of a man squealed, then ran out the door.
"..." Zim eloquently stated. "..No! You can't put me in theeere! That's cruel and unusual punishMEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeee.." he shrieked when Ms. Bitters let him go, trailing off as he fell into the abyss. Dib jumped out of his seat and ran over to the hole, peering down into the shadowy depths.
"HAHAHA, Zim! You got solitary confinement, nyah nyah nyah! Stupid alien!"
"DIB! No talking during the test! Solitary confinement for you, too!" Ms. Bitters said, looming over Dib from behind him.
"No, please, Ms. Bitters! I'm sorry, I swear! Don't make me go down there with Zim!"
"No exceptions!" Ms. Bitters said, bringing back her mighty boot.
"NOOOO-Wait, it's not solitary confinement if I'm there with ZiiiiiIIIIIIAHHHHHHHH!" Dib screamed like a little girl as he fell down, down into the solitary confinement hole of doooom.
The class stared.
"GET BACK TO WORK!" Ms. Bitters snarled. Everyone jumped slightly, and then buried themselves back in their work.
A/N Wee! Thanks for all the lovely reviews, they made me feel toasty and good.. now do it some more!!.. please? This thing's probably gonna get to be a real novel.. I have a lot of ideas for it. But, alas, my ideas are like some sort of car, and reviews are what fuel it. You know, like that car with the grass in that movie with the dog.. yeah. I love you all!!