The Substitute
Chapter 1: What Happened to Bitters?
It was another blazing hot fall (well not really fall since it was still august, but still) day in California. As most kids dread, skool was to start in a few minutes. "Back to hell" was pretty much written on every childs face. Especially those in Ms. Bitters' class.
"Class, today I will be talking about how the idea of technology ruined out whole civilization" droned Bitters.
Dib had the gall to raise his hand. "But Ms. Bitters, isn't it because of technology we evolved?"
"That is all nonsense. It doesn't matter anymore, anyway. The universe is just do-"
"Doom, doom doom. Yes, we know, but what would happen if an alien race were to come to earth and conquer?" asked a curious Zim. "And will the future contain fish in bear suits? I MUST KNOW!"
"Here is a lesson that might actually be useful: Whatever you want the answer to be, it will always be the oposite... You ask for a raise at your job? No. You ask if you could get more money for the classroom? No. You ask for a dress that doesn't change from purple to black? No... No..No...No...."
She went on saying "no" for a whole 20 minutes. No one was really paying attention, though. Dib had an annoyed face about the whole technology crack, but soon focused on his artwork: a picture of Zim in a government car, being sent to the CIA with Dib laughing maniacly on the side. Zim also decided to switch his attention to his own artwork: The earth in a hallocaust with Dib in chains and himself sitting happily on a throne. The two boys sighed at their masterpeices.
Everyone was so sucked up in their own world, they didn't notice anything Bitters was saying. And what she was saying was pretty critical.
"THAT'S IT! IF I CAN'T GET YOUR ATTENTION FOR A SIMPLE LECTURE, THEN I MIGHT AS WELL LET YOU BE DOOMED AND BE BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF THE HORROR THAT AWAITS YOU WHEN YOU GET OUT OF THESE DISGUSTING WALLS AND OUT IN TO THE REAL WORLD! I QUIT!" With that, she stormed out of the room, no one really noticing. About a minute later, though, Dib pointed it out to everyone.
"Hey! Look! Ms. Bitters left! What do we do now?"
The once silent room became a noisy....thing. It was so loud that no one could hear their own voices. Finally, though, Zim questioned Bitters "escape".
"What happened to Bitters? I need to know! Was she stolen?"
Everyone in class looked at zim with odd faces.
"Maybe she was abducted!" Dib quickly said
"Maybe she was taken by Zombies!" said a now scared Zim. Dib and Zim began arguing about what happened to her with excuses each more insane and unlikely to happen as the one before.
"You're both so crazy," interupted Zita.
And so the class was left unsupervised for the rest of the day. No one really cared or noticed until Mr. Elliot from next door was getting quite annoyed. After skool ended, he went to the principal's office.
"Hello? hello hello hello" echoed his voice. The principal's office was a huge, deep wine colored room that seemed to echo. Mr. Elliot saw on a chair that was practically 10 feet away from the principal's desk. The principal was a shadowy figure, with nearly no facial features but his wine eyes to match his walls.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Principal? It's me, Mr. Elliot."
"Ah yes. The fourth grade teacher. Go on and take a seat," Mr. Elliot sat himself in the chair mentioned before.
"Sir, It seems that Ms. Bitters has quit. She left her class unsupervised for nearly the entire day. Shouldn't that class have gotten a...substitute?" Dramatic music played (DUN DUN DUN!).
"Ah yes. I spent the whole day discussing it with her, here in my office. She wanted to quit, I let her. Anyway, you're right. I should get someone to replace her for a while till we find a permenant....substitute" Dramatic music plays again. (dun dun dun!)
"So, will she be replaced by tomorrow?"
"Yes, she should be,"
"Good. That class can get rowdy without a teacher to quiet them down. I hope you can find a good.....substitute" Dramatic music, yet again (DUN DUN DUN!). Mr. Elliot looked around and thought, where is that coming from?
"It was nice to talk to you, Mr. Elliot. Now, go off and do...teacher things...I'll just be here doing...principal things..." He played with the little bally thingy that goes back and forth on his desk.
"Ok, bye." He walked out hoping he'd done the right thing, and still wondering where the music came from.
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Author Notes
WHOO! Thats it for chapter one! I hope you like this Fic so far, so leave comments! Leave lots and lots of comments! ^^; Anyway, I finnished writing this at 4:00 AM, so that might explain random insanity.... =D
-Nikki '.~Y
Chapter 1: What Happened to Bitters?
It was another blazing hot fall (well not really fall since it was still august, but still) day in California. As most kids dread, skool was to start in a few minutes. "Back to hell" was pretty much written on every childs face. Especially those in Ms. Bitters' class.
"Class, today I will be talking about how the idea of technology ruined out whole civilization" droned Bitters.
Dib had the gall to raise his hand. "But Ms. Bitters, isn't it because of technology we evolved?"
"That is all nonsense. It doesn't matter anymore, anyway. The universe is just do-"
"Doom, doom doom. Yes, we know, but what would happen if an alien race were to come to earth and conquer?" asked a curious Zim. "And will the future contain fish in bear suits? I MUST KNOW!"
"Here is a lesson that might actually be useful: Whatever you want the answer to be, it will always be the oposite... You ask for a raise at your job? No. You ask if you could get more money for the classroom? No. You ask for a dress that doesn't change from purple to black? No... No..No...No...."
She went on saying "no" for a whole 20 minutes. No one was really paying attention, though. Dib had an annoyed face about the whole technology crack, but soon focused on his artwork: a picture of Zim in a government car, being sent to the CIA with Dib laughing maniacly on the side. Zim also decided to switch his attention to his own artwork: The earth in a hallocaust with Dib in chains and himself sitting happily on a throne. The two boys sighed at their masterpeices.
Everyone was so sucked up in their own world, they didn't notice anything Bitters was saying. And what she was saying was pretty critical.
"THAT'S IT! IF I CAN'T GET YOUR ATTENTION FOR A SIMPLE LECTURE, THEN I MIGHT AS WELL LET YOU BE DOOMED AND BE BLISSFULLY UNAWARE OF THE HORROR THAT AWAITS YOU WHEN YOU GET OUT OF THESE DISGUSTING WALLS AND OUT IN TO THE REAL WORLD! I QUIT!" With that, she stormed out of the room, no one really noticing. About a minute later, though, Dib pointed it out to everyone.
"Hey! Look! Ms. Bitters left! What do we do now?"
The once silent room became a noisy....thing. It was so loud that no one could hear their own voices. Finally, though, Zim questioned Bitters "escape".
"What happened to Bitters? I need to know! Was she stolen?"
Everyone in class looked at zim with odd faces.
"Maybe she was abducted!" Dib quickly said
"Maybe she was taken by Zombies!" said a now scared Zim. Dib and Zim began arguing about what happened to her with excuses each more insane and unlikely to happen as the one before.
"You're both so crazy," interupted Zita.
And so the class was left unsupervised for the rest of the day. No one really cared or noticed until Mr. Elliot from next door was getting quite annoyed. After skool ended, he went to the principal's office.
"Hello? hello hello hello" echoed his voice. The principal's office was a huge, deep wine colored room that seemed to echo. Mr. Elliot saw on a chair that was practically 10 feet away from the principal's desk. The principal was a shadowy figure, with nearly no facial features but his wine eyes to match his walls.
"Yes?"
"Mr. Principal? It's me, Mr. Elliot."
"Ah yes. The fourth grade teacher. Go on and take a seat," Mr. Elliot sat himself in the chair mentioned before.
"Sir, It seems that Ms. Bitters has quit. She left her class unsupervised for nearly the entire day. Shouldn't that class have gotten a...substitute?" Dramatic music played (DUN DUN DUN!).
"Ah yes. I spent the whole day discussing it with her, here in my office. She wanted to quit, I let her. Anyway, you're right. I should get someone to replace her for a while till we find a permenant....substitute" Dramatic music plays again. (dun dun dun!)
"So, will she be replaced by tomorrow?"
"Yes, she should be,"
"Good. That class can get rowdy without a teacher to quiet them down. I hope you can find a good.....substitute" Dramatic music, yet again (DUN DUN DUN!). Mr. Elliot looked around and thought, where is that coming from?
"It was nice to talk to you, Mr. Elliot. Now, go off and do...teacher things...I'll just be here doing...principal things..." He played with the little bally thingy that goes back and forth on his desk.
"Ok, bye." He walked out hoping he'd done the right thing, and still wondering where the music came from.
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Author Notes
WHOO! Thats it for chapter one! I hope you like this Fic so far, so leave comments! Leave lots and lots of comments! ^^; Anyway, I finnished writing this at 4:00 AM, so that might explain random insanity.... =D
-Nikki '.~Y