Author's Note: Yee-hoo! I have returned to writing! I do hope that -some-
body missed me ^_^. Anyway, I am starting a new piece, and this one should
be acceptable for ff.net. Homecoming is a major part of a student's life
where I am, so I figure I can share the madness. I am placing everyone as
freshmen, but more importantly, they are in High Skool. Placing everyone
in that age group makes the most sense to me. Since they are in High Skool
and therefore older, I may have to change what in-character actions would
be, for I will assume that the students have matured and developed a bit,
is that okies? Blah, why am I still talking?
Disclaimer: I know that I do not own 'Invader Zim', Jhnnen Vasquez does (someone told me that Mr. Vasquez has changed his name's spelling; is this true, or is this person seriously pulling my leg? I am -so- sorry if that person misinformed me). I suppose I should mention 'Nickelodeon' here as well, for they are the ones who have aired it (even tho I have only seen a ton of reruns...grr...). Wow! My disclaimer is way too long! I should really start the real story now ^_^
A Little Homecoming Doom
If High Skool ever had a near-pleasurable time, it was in Friday afternoons before dismissal. Zim had grasped the sides of his desk, and was concentrating his vision on the clock. Perhaps if he focused enough, time would move faster. Faster to the end of the week, and faster to the end of the mindless drabble that was class. He began to moan a bit as he strained all of his spare attention on the timekeeper.
"Zim!" Mr. Bitters snapped. Once he had left his first Skool, the alien had thought he had finished with the horrible Ms. Bitters. He was unfortunate enough to have her brother assigned as his new instructor. "I am over here, not on the wall," he reprimanded.
"Yes," the green creature was reluctant to remove his attention from the clock.
A crumpled piece of paper flew through the air, and the projectile hit Zim on his head and landed on his desk. The extraterrestrial turned to face the assailant, Dib. Zim glared at his rival and muttered under his breath, "horrible excuse for earth-stink!"
Mr. Bitters lifted two fingers to his lips and released a shrill whistle. The sharp sound penetrated and hurt the students' ears. "Now that I have your awareness," he solemnly spoke, "I must announce that next week is Homecoming week. At the core of Homecoming, you all do odd things everyday of the week in the name of skool spirit. There will be a Homecoming football game on Friday, and the Homecoming Dance will be Saturday evening. I have completed my quota for the word 'Homecoming' now. Monday is Hat Day. You all will obey the hats! That is all I care to say until I see your doomed souls next time."
"Obey the hats?" Gertrude inquired. "Why should we obey hats when they cannot talk?"
"It is a conspiracy," Dib accused. "They plan on controlling helpless children with inanimate objects!"
"Dib, you are a helpless imp-child," Zim stated. He leapt onto his chair and addressed the class, "besides, you should not waste your time with the 'hat' creatures when you have the mighty ZIM to rule you!" he declared.
"Sit down, Zim," Mr. Bitters grunted and sat behind his desk. "I need my piggies," he murmured to himself. He opened his largest drawer to reveal dozens of pigs. The teacher obviously had adoration for stuffed pigs, toy pigs, and various piggie paraphernalia.
The dismissal bell sounded, and the children scuttled out of the classroom. Freedom at last! And Homecoming to look forward to the next week! The students exited the room and encountered a large banner on the wall on the way to their lockers. It read, "Homecoming Schedule" in neon paint and had a list for all the weekdays.
"Monday: Hatsy day
Tuesday: Dressing-up day / Class Football Game
Wednesday: Carnivalish day
Thursday: Contesting day / Homecoming Parade (late)
Friday: Spirity day / Pep Rally / Football game (evening)
Saturday: Homecoming Dance (evening)"
"Hatsy day?" Zim puzzled over the banner. He shrugged and backed away from the sign, and stepped into another person. "Make way for Zim!" he commanded and spun around to face Dib.
"Since when would an alien care about skool spirit?" Dib teased.
"I care about all the normal concerns of you-" he cringed a bit, "humans do."
Gaz hastily approached the two with a grimace plastered to her face and a Gameslave glued to her hands. "Hurry, Dib. My batteries are about to die," she menacingly urged.
Oblivious to any threats, he continued to badger the Invader. "Really now? Well, then," a little desperate for something to antagonize the alien about, he asked, "who are you taking to the Dance on Saturday?"
"What are you saying, Earth-boy?"
"Your date!" Dib answered with a mocking grin. "It would be completely in- human- not to go to the Homecoming Dance with a date," he jeered.
Zim's eyes bugged out ate the thought of revealing his true nature. Regaining some composure, he huffed, "I will involve myself in this Dance with my dat."
"Date," Gaz grumpily corrected. She glared at Dib to encourage him to leave Zim and head for home.
'A date?' Zim thought to himself, 'I shall have to research this later, for now, it looks like I need a person for a 'date.' A mischievous idea flew into his consciousness. "In fact," Zim spoke with a slightly mirthful tone, "I plan on dating you," he said as he pointed a finger at Gaz. The girl gave a low growl and chopped his finger with the side of her hand. "Hey!" he yelped and pulled his hand back.
Dib softly snorted in amusement at his foe. "Okay, Gaz. Let us go." His sibling muttered a low "finally" and strode with Dib away from Zim and the sign.
The confident alien turned towards the large sign. By now all the students had abandoned the hallway and were either at the lockers or outside of skool. Using a nifty little Irken notepad, he noted the events of Homecoming week and grinned to himself. "You just wait, Dib," he vengefully muttered. In a lighter tone, he continued, "you just wait and see, Gaz. You shall be the datiest date that ever had the pleasure to...well, -date- Zim!"
With a passionate glint in his eye, he strode out of the skool building. The fates of these High Skoolers ensured that Homecoming Week would never be the same.
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Hmm, ok, I will openly admit that this was a rather dull chapter. I seem to have a problem with the starting chapters of my stories. I suppose I shall have to work on that! Until then, please let me promise you that since I now have my foundation laid, I can start to release the, ahem, interesting ideas I have for the students, especially Zim, Dib, and Gaz, plus some other individuals.
By the way, the ownership of Mr. Bitters pigs is similar to a real obsession of one of my teachers ^_^
Okies, I am ending my little shmeal by swearing on all that I can: I will finish "A Little Homecoming Doom", and the following chapters will be better. Yay!
Disclaimer: I know that I do not own 'Invader Zim', Jhnnen Vasquez does (someone told me that Mr. Vasquez has changed his name's spelling; is this true, or is this person seriously pulling my leg? I am -so- sorry if that person misinformed me). I suppose I should mention 'Nickelodeon' here as well, for they are the ones who have aired it (even tho I have only seen a ton of reruns...grr...). Wow! My disclaimer is way too long! I should really start the real story now ^_^
A Little Homecoming Doom
If High Skool ever had a near-pleasurable time, it was in Friday afternoons before dismissal. Zim had grasped the sides of his desk, and was concentrating his vision on the clock. Perhaps if he focused enough, time would move faster. Faster to the end of the week, and faster to the end of the mindless drabble that was class. He began to moan a bit as he strained all of his spare attention on the timekeeper.
"Zim!" Mr. Bitters snapped. Once he had left his first Skool, the alien had thought he had finished with the horrible Ms. Bitters. He was unfortunate enough to have her brother assigned as his new instructor. "I am over here, not on the wall," he reprimanded.
"Yes," the green creature was reluctant to remove his attention from the clock.
A crumpled piece of paper flew through the air, and the projectile hit Zim on his head and landed on his desk. The extraterrestrial turned to face the assailant, Dib. Zim glared at his rival and muttered under his breath, "horrible excuse for earth-stink!"
Mr. Bitters lifted two fingers to his lips and released a shrill whistle. The sharp sound penetrated and hurt the students' ears. "Now that I have your awareness," he solemnly spoke, "I must announce that next week is Homecoming week. At the core of Homecoming, you all do odd things everyday of the week in the name of skool spirit. There will be a Homecoming football game on Friday, and the Homecoming Dance will be Saturday evening. I have completed my quota for the word 'Homecoming' now. Monday is Hat Day. You all will obey the hats! That is all I care to say until I see your doomed souls next time."
"Obey the hats?" Gertrude inquired. "Why should we obey hats when they cannot talk?"
"It is a conspiracy," Dib accused. "They plan on controlling helpless children with inanimate objects!"
"Dib, you are a helpless imp-child," Zim stated. He leapt onto his chair and addressed the class, "besides, you should not waste your time with the 'hat' creatures when you have the mighty ZIM to rule you!" he declared.
"Sit down, Zim," Mr. Bitters grunted and sat behind his desk. "I need my piggies," he murmured to himself. He opened his largest drawer to reveal dozens of pigs. The teacher obviously had adoration for stuffed pigs, toy pigs, and various piggie paraphernalia.
The dismissal bell sounded, and the children scuttled out of the classroom. Freedom at last! And Homecoming to look forward to the next week! The students exited the room and encountered a large banner on the wall on the way to their lockers. It read, "Homecoming Schedule" in neon paint and had a list for all the weekdays.
"Monday: Hatsy day
Tuesday: Dressing-up day / Class Football Game
Wednesday: Carnivalish day
Thursday: Contesting day / Homecoming Parade (late)
Friday: Spirity day / Pep Rally / Football game (evening)
Saturday: Homecoming Dance (evening)"
"Hatsy day?" Zim puzzled over the banner. He shrugged and backed away from the sign, and stepped into another person. "Make way for Zim!" he commanded and spun around to face Dib.
"Since when would an alien care about skool spirit?" Dib teased.
"I care about all the normal concerns of you-" he cringed a bit, "humans do."
Gaz hastily approached the two with a grimace plastered to her face and a Gameslave glued to her hands. "Hurry, Dib. My batteries are about to die," she menacingly urged.
Oblivious to any threats, he continued to badger the Invader. "Really now? Well, then," a little desperate for something to antagonize the alien about, he asked, "who are you taking to the Dance on Saturday?"
"What are you saying, Earth-boy?"
"Your date!" Dib answered with a mocking grin. "It would be completely in- human- not to go to the Homecoming Dance with a date," he jeered.
Zim's eyes bugged out ate the thought of revealing his true nature. Regaining some composure, he huffed, "I will involve myself in this Dance with my dat."
"Date," Gaz grumpily corrected. She glared at Dib to encourage him to leave Zim and head for home.
'A date?' Zim thought to himself, 'I shall have to research this later, for now, it looks like I need a person for a 'date.' A mischievous idea flew into his consciousness. "In fact," Zim spoke with a slightly mirthful tone, "I plan on dating you," he said as he pointed a finger at Gaz. The girl gave a low growl and chopped his finger with the side of her hand. "Hey!" he yelped and pulled his hand back.
Dib softly snorted in amusement at his foe. "Okay, Gaz. Let us go." His sibling muttered a low "finally" and strode with Dib away from Zim and the sign.
The confident alien turned towards the large sign. By now all the students had abandoned the hallway and were either at the lockers or outside of skool. Using a nifty little Irken notepad, he noted the events of Homecoming week and grinned to himself. "You just wait, Dib," he vengefully muttered. In a lighter tone, he continued, "you just wait and see, Gaz. You shall be the datiest date that ever had the pleasure to...well, -date- Zim!"
With a passionate glint in his eye, he strode out of the skool building. The fates of these High Skoolers ensured that Homecoming Week would never be the same.
OeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeO OeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeoeO
Hmm, ok, I will openly admit that this was a rather dull chapter. I seem to have a problem with the starting chapters of my stories. I suppose I shall have to work on that! Until then, please let me promise you that since I now have my foundation laid, I can start to release the, ahem, interesting ideas I have for the students, especially Zim, Dib, and Gaz, plus some other individuals.
By the way, the ownership of Mr. Bitters pigs is similar to a real obsession of one of my teachers ^_^
Okies, I am ending my little shmeal by swearing on all that I can: I will finish "A Little Homecoming Doom", and the following chapters will be better. Yay!