Hehe, don't you just hate short chapters? I'll try to make the next a bit
longer, but it will be hard …………….
I have just decided . . . . . I might make this a ZADR fic, but only a little one.
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15 minutes later . . .
Dib groaned after he and Zim stepped out of the principal's office. He had to clean that putrid mess in the cafeteria with Zim as well as the athletics closet next Friday, with Zim. This was a special time, though. Most of the times, he was the only one who got in trouble and Zim would easily just get away with it. He vigorously pushed open the cafeteria doors and he and Zim stepped into the cafeteria. Guck covered the floors, walls, and ceilings. Fungus covered pasta hung from the lights like dead worms. Smashed peas and corn smothered in ketchup lay on the ground.
First, Dib tripped Zim again into the muck. He needed some kind of revenge.
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Friday came quickly. Dib knew that too well. He dreaded the day he would actually have to work together with Zim. He glanced at Zim who was sitting at the other side of the room. They both glared at each other with hatred in their hearts.
"Class, today we'll be learning about photosynthesis, our only way of life and food. . . . and how it will eventually implode on itself! The sun will explode and we'll all be doomed, doomed, doomed . . . . ." Ms. Bitters ranted.
Dib felt a spitball on the side of his neck. He turned around, and then he saw Zim, holding a laugh. Dib smirked at him, and just turned around again. Zim flew a paper airplane toward Dib and it hit Dib's head. Dib glared at Zim and opened the paper airplane up. Inside . . . .
**Watch your back.**
**Run like hell**
**Or you won't stay alive**
**To tell**
**How you survived**
**My painful wrath.**
**I'm telling you**
**Watch your back.**
Dib snorted at the poem and he crumpled it up. He wrote a note and made it into a paper airplane. He threw it towards Zim and it hit Zim's head.
Zim opened the airplane up it said: "I didn't know you liked making poetry".
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It began to snow later in the class. In fact, it snowed very quickly and hardly. There was a TWO-minute early evacuation and the snow was maybe about 6 inches high. All the students but two left for home. Dib and Zim.
They still were bound to their punishment and they couldn't do anything about it. So, while the whole skool left, the two stayed there to clean the athletics closet.
They worked in silence, not once turning back to face each other. They just put basketballs with basketballs; goals with goals; cones and cones. They worked for over an hour of silence. Their thoughts were mostly of nothing. Only thoughts of each other. That is, to avenge each other.
Dib turned around to place a hockey stick in the corner when a sudden excruciating pain seized her back. Dib was pushed against the wall, the impact causing even more pain to everywhere in his body, with his face bleeding. He turned around weakly only to face Xav with a large wooden bat in his two hands that he had found in the closet.
"Zim . . . ." Dib tried to speak but he could hardly force any words up. He glared at him with hatred as he leaned against the wall.
"I told you to watch your back." Zim smirked. Then, he took the bat and sung it again. This time, he hit Dib in the stomach and Dib doubled over in pain, falling to the ground, causing another impact hurting himself even more. Zim was merely delighted, and he put the bat with the other bats in a cardboard box.
"You know, Zim, that means nothing. I will be the one who wins. Just you see." Dib gasped for air. "You'll never defeat me. There's only a once in a blue moon chance you'll defeat me. Once in a blue moon."
Zim scowled at the comment but he ignored it. "We're done. All we need is you to get out of here, and it will be perfectly clean." Xav pushed opened the closet door. "Have a happy new year, Dib. I'm sure next year my schemes will be a little more crucial and painful." Zim walked out of the closet, out of the school, and started to attempt to get home by walking through the blizzard that had formed outside.
Dib weakly stood up. He was incredibly weak from the blow and he fell to his knees, shouting in pain. Feebly, he tried to stand up again. He leaned against the wall and took slow steps to the closet door. He opened it, but just barely so he could get through.
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What will happened to Dib? What will happen to Zim? Will I actually write a ZADR fic for once in my life?
I have just decided . . . . . I might make this a ZADR fic, but only a little one.
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15 minutes later . . .
Dib groaned after he and Zim stepped out of the principal's office. He had to clean that putrid mess in the cafeteria with Zim as well as the athletics closet next Friday, with Zim. This was a special time, though. Most of the times, he was the only one who got in trouble and Zim would easily just get away with it. He vigorously pushed open the cafeteria doors and he and Zim stepped into the cafeteria. Guck covered the floors, walls, and ceilings. Fungus covered pasta hung from the lights like dead worms. Smashed peas and corn smothered in ketchup lay on the ground.
First, Dib tripped Zim again into the muck. He needed some kind of revenge.
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Friday came quickly. Dib knew that too well. He dreaded the day he would actually have to work together with Zim. He glanced at Zim who was sitting at the other side of the room. They both glared at each other with hatred in their hearts.
"Class, today we'll be learning about photosynthesis, our only way of life and food. . . . and how it will eventually implode on itself! The sun will explode and we'll all be doomed, doomed, doomed . . . . ." Ms. Bitters ranted.
Dib felt a spitball on the side of his neck. He turned around, and then he saw Zim, holding a laugh. Dib smirked at him, and just turned around again. Zim flew a paper airplane toward Dib and it hit Dib's head. Dib glared at Zim and opened the paper airplane up. Inside . . . .
**Watch your back.**
**Run like hell**
**Or you won't stay alive**
**To tell**
**How you survived**
**My painful wrath.**
**I'm telling you**
**Watch your back.**
Dib snorted at the poem and he crumpled it up. He wrote a note and made it into a paper airplane. He threw it towards Zim and it hit Zim's head.
Zim opened the airplane up it said: "I didn't know you liked making poetry".
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It began to snow later in the class. In fact, it snowed very quickly and hardly. There was a TWO-minute early evacuation and the snow was maybe about 6 inches high. All the students but two left for home. Dib and Zim.
They still were bound to their punishment and they couldn't do anything about it. So, while the whole skool left, the two stayed there to clean the athletics closet.
They worked in silence, not once turning back to face each other. They just put basketballs with basketballs; goals with goals; cones and cones. They worked for over an hour of silence. Their thoughts were mostly of nothing. Only thoughts of each other. That is, to avenge each other.
Dib turned around to place a hockey stick in the corner when a sudden excruciating pain seized her back. Dib was pushed against the wall, the impact causing even more pain to everywhere in his body, with his face bleeding. He turned around weakly only to face Xav with a large wooden bat in his two hands that he had found in the closet.
"Zim . . . ." Dib tried to speak but he could hardly force any words up. He glared at him with hatred as he leaned against the wall.
"I told you to watch your back." Zim smirked. Then, he took the bat and sung it again. This time, he hit Dib in the stomach and Dib doubled over in pain, falling to the ground, causing another impact hurting himself even more. Zim was merely delighted, and he put the bat with the other bats in a cardboard box.
"You know, Zim, that means nothing. I will be the one who wins. Just you see." Dib gasped for air. "You'll never defeat me. There's only a once in a blue moon chance you'll defeat me. Once in a blue moon."
Zim scowled at the comment but he ignored it. "We're done. All we need is you to get out of here, and it will be perfectly clean." Xav pushed opened the closet door. "Have a happy new year, Dib. I'm sure next year my schemes will be a little more crucial and painful." Zim walked out of the closet, out of the school, and started to attempt to get home by walking through the blizzard that had formed outside.
Dib weakly stood up. He was incredibly weak from the blow and he fell to his knees, shouting in pain. Feebly, he tried to stand up again. He leaned against the wall and took slow steps to the closet door. He opened it, but just barely so he could get through.
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What will happened to Dib? What will happen to Zim? Will I actually write a ZADR fic for once in my life?