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To The Nurse
"I know you're just faking, Zim," said Dib, pointing a finger at Zim accusingly. "You just wanted out of class so you could come up with another plan."
Zim ignored him and marched miserably on. He didn't know what would happen when he reached the nurse's office, but he didn't really care either. He was too hot and sweaty. His bones ached all through his body, and each swallow of saliva was agony.
"Faker, faker, faker." Dib continued his taunting. Zim let out a long sigh and surpressed his anger. Dib smirked, satisfied that he was getting on Zim's last nerve. He poked Zim in between the eyes. "FAKER."
"THAT'S IT DIB! You just crossed the final line!" Zim yelled hoarsely, smacking Dib's hand away. "I come to this filthy place and have to deal with your nonsense! You think that one day, just ONE day, you'd give me a break, but NOOOO." Zim crossed his arms and sneered. "Alien! Alien! Everybody look at the menacing alien!" he said in a mocking voice.
Dib just chuckled and walked passed Zim. Zim's little outburst was a victory for him. Zim just stood there, clenching his fists and hissing in anger. He could hardly stand it any more. He would show Dib. He'd show him who the TRUE victor was. He'd show him...
Zim suddenly became very tired. He blinked through his hot tears of anger. He couldn't see straight. Everything was smeared together. He rubbed his eyes. Still just blotches of color. He took a step, bewildered and confused, and tripped. He tried to pull himself up, but couldn't manage. He closed his eyes and the blackness went over him...
In the nurse's office, the secretary had received a message from Ms. Bitters to call Zim's house and let his parents know that they should pick him up. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited.
At the house, Gir was baking a carrot cake and had accidently blown up the oven. He scratched his head, confused, then giggled insanely when he saw a butterfly through the window. He was about to go chase it when he heard the phone ringing.
"Howdy!" Gir chimed into the phone.
"Yes, hello. I'm a secretary from the Skool and..."
"I'M THE FAMOUS RODEO CLOWN!"
"May I ask who I'm speaking to?"
"Why, I'm the ghost of St. Patrick's Day Past!"
"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number. Do you live with a young boy named Zim?"
"Yessiree bob!"
"Oh...well, Zim is very ill and needs to be picked up A.S.A.P."
"Asap? Is that I brand of cereal?"
"Just come in whenever you can."
"MUFFINS!" Gir slammed down the phone and went dancing after the butterfly.
The nurse hung up the phone, slowly. She blinked, confused. She shook her head and sighed.
"No wonder these kids have no future."
Yeeee! Zim fainted in the hall! Again, please review, for I will explode if you don't!
-Crystal
To The Nurse
"I know you're just faking, Zim," said Dib, pointing a finger at Zim accusingly. "You just wanted out of class so you could come up with another plan."
Zim ignored him and marched miserably on. He didn't know what would happen when he reached the nurse's office, but he didn't really care either. He was too hot and sweaty. His bones ached all through his body, and each swallow of saliva was agony.
"Faker, faker, faker." Dib continued his taunting. Zim let out a long sigh and surpressed his anger. Dib smirked, satisfied that he was getting on Zim's last nerve. He poked Zim in between the eyes. "FAKER."
"THAT'S IT DIB! You just crossed the final line!" Zim yelled hoarsely, smacking Dib's hand away. "I come to this filthy place and have to deal with your nonsense! You think that one day, just ONE day, you'd give me a break, but NOOOO." Zim crossed his arms and sneered. "Alien! Alien! Everybody look at the menacing alien!" he said in a mocking voice.
Dib just chuckled and walked passed Zim. Zim's little outburst was a victory for him. Zim just stood there, clenching his fists and hissing in anger. He could hardly stand it any more. He would show Dib. He'd show him who the TRUE victor was. He'd show him...
Zim suddenly became very tired. He blinked through his hot tears of anger. He couldn't see straight. Everything was smeared together. He rubbed his eyes. Still just blotches of color. He took a step, bewildered and confused, and tripped. He tried to pull himself up, but couldn't manage. He closed his eyes and the blackness went over him...
In the nurse's office, the secretary had received a message from Ms. Bitters to call Zim's house and let his parents know that they should pick him up. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited.
At the house, Gir was baking a carrot cake and had accidently blown up the oven. He scratched his head, confused, then giggled insanely when he saw a butterfly through the window. He was about to go chase it when he heard the phone ringing.
"Howdy!" Gir chimed into the phone.
"Yes, hello. I'm a secretary from the Skool and..."
"I'M THE FAMOUS RODEO CLOWN!"
"May I ask who I'm speaking to?"
"Why, I'm the ghost of St. Patrick's Day Past!"
"I'm sorry, I must have the wrong number. Do you live with a young boy named Zim?"
"Yessiree bob!"
"Oh...well, Zim is very ill and needs to be picked up A.S.A.P."
"Asap? Is that I brand of cereal?"
"Just come in whenever you can."
"MUFFINS!" Gir slammed down the phone and went dancing after the butterfly.
The nurse hung up the phone, slowly. She blinked, confused. She shook her head and sighed.
"No wonder these kids have no future."
Yeeee! Zim fainted in the hall! Again, please review, for I will explode if you don't!
-Crystal