The next few days passed quickly, nothing happening as usual. And on
Monday, Dib found himself walking rather dismally to skool as usual with
his sister, dreading the horribly pessimistic lecture that Ms. Bitters had
probably planned for them. He couldn't remember a single day when they'd
talked about something positive, like cloud formation, or something.
Usually, it was a topic like "How storm clouds form, why they hit people,
and why do those particular people deserve the agonizing pain". Actually,
that particular day had been quite interesting...that is until Ms. Bitters
sent him outside to the flag pole to try and demonstrate the process. And
he, of course, faked the pain of his head 'sploding and ran off to the
nurse's office.
With a sigh ,the scythe haired boy headed through the doors and along the hallways, stopping at his locker for a few moments to get his books before he continued along to his classroom. Once inside, Dib took his regular seat and looked around. The lessons were written on the board already: Spelling Test of Impending Doom.
"What luck..."he uttered. Just then, Zim marched into the classroom, his hands folded behind his back while his head was tilted upward in a 'snooty' manner. He sat down in his desk beside Dib and simply stared forward, the boy's amber eyes following him along and narrowing slowly. "You know, Zim...I took what you said into consideration."
The green alien looked over to him skeptically. "Eh? I'm sorry...I don't speak to germy children such as yourself..."Zim said before turning his attention forward again and waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Alright, then...But, just so you know...there is no way that you'll be better than me in the play. At first, I wasn't even going to participate, but that rousing speech you gave was just enough to spark my interest in the event. You're goin' down, Zim...rest assured, you're goin' down." Then, the bell rang and Dib looked forward as well. He could tell that what he'd said was getting to Zim...mainly due to the strange noise his clenching fist was making against his gloves. And it made him feel good. Actually, it made him feel great. So great that he didn't even notice the lack of teacher in the room. But, soon, he did.
There was a creak as the door opened and a girl stepped inside, moving to stand behind the desk and grinning at them strangely. It was the girl from before...the one that had been with her 'horned' friend...the one that had given him the pamphlet. But, why in the world was she here, and not Ms. Bitters?
"Well! Good morning," she began, then waited for them to reply.
"Good morning, Miss...uh..."the kids attempted to chant, though they found themselves lacking a name to do so. Finally, they stopped there and stared at her, wondering if it was by some miracle that Ms. Bitters was out.
A few of the children let out soft coughs, one of them daring to raise his hands. "Uh...M-miss? Where's Ms. Bitters?" the girl asked, staring at their substitute and wondering if their work would get even more doomy, if that was even possible.
"Ms. Bitters is...uhm...on jury duty..." she replied, her eyes shifting eerily. Suddenly, she smiled and grabbed an eraser, cleared the board, and wrote in big letters "PROPS".
A small murmur of voiced rose throughout the classroom as the children watched her. Suddenly, one of them jumped up, looking as if they were having the biggest heart attack ever. "NO! NO MORE PEAS! NO MORE MATTRESSES! THE PAAAAIN!!" the kid screamed, soon sittin back down and staring into space nervously. Meanwhile, Dib was trying to ignore the noises behind him and think to himself. Perhaps he -did- have to be in a play...and if so, eveyrone would be watching him. An uneasy cough escaped his lips and he twiddles his thumbs atop his desk.
The young woman smiled at them, kind of enjoying their response. She looked at Dib, winked, then looked over at Zim and repeated the action. "Class..." she said. "I'm Ms. Kaci...you can call me Ms. K, which can stand for a lot of things..."
Dib blinked at her and gave her a weak smile, listening up for what she had in store while Zim, on the other hand, was wondering if she had some strange tick in her eye or something.
"Today, kiddies..." Ms. K began. "We'll be making props for the town play. It's a special play, in which two of your classmates are starring." She held out her hands to gesture to Dib and Zim, smiling rather spookily, then she started making a list of the props she needed.
"Uh...yeah..."the spikey haired boy mumbled, looking down at his desk for a moment or so. Zim grinned and moved to his feet, bowing deeply as if he were some sort of king. His 'reign' was soon interrupted, though, as Dib tossed a crumpled piece of paper at his head. That basically started a war of glares between the two.
"Miss K? Can we be in the play, too?!" a girl from the back asked.
"Hmm..." The substitute sadist, er, teacher turned to look at her as she finished writing and thought for a moment. They -did- need some more background antelope... "I think so, I'll have to check with my resources first." She suddenly pulled out a cell phone and dialed Vet's number.
"Mmhmm...Antelope, Vet, do we need more?...Okay...okay...Ooh, good!...Yeah, the blue one...Uh huh...Uh huh...'kay, bye." The phone clicked as she shut it and turned to smile at the girl. "Good news! We need lots of background antelopes, so just about any volunteer can get a part!
A cheer rose up amongst the students, most of them standing and grinning at her. "Well, show us the way!" they exclaimed, eager to do something fun for a change. Dib grinned and stood as well, though Zim seemed the least excited about it all. He grumbled something beneath his breath and slowly moved to his feet , his hands sliding behind his back as he waited.
Finally, something finally crossed the boy's mind. "Um...Aren't Zim and I supposed to get a script...or something?" Dib asked, looking up at her and arching a brow.
Blue eyes sparked behind ovaled glasses. "You already have them..." She said, her voice a few tones unnaturally low, giving her a really spooky sound.
Dib simply blinked, shaking his head with a sigh, "What do you mean 'You already have them'? No, I don't. I've been wondering how I was going to practice for a play with no lines for a couple days now, and not once did I see some giant wad of papers with 'The Lion King' written o-OOOW!!" His speech was cut short as something hard pressed against his back, causing him to jump a bit and turn for the source. Hands sliding to his back, they grabbed something and pulled it out in front of himself. It was a script, somehow wedged into his back pocket. How she managed to get a book into his pants without him knowing, he didn't know. All he knew was that it was confusing him to death.
Zim's script didn't arrive as -well- as Dib's did, suddenly flying through the air and smacking him hard against the back of his neck. "AAAH! Spine...crushed...ugh..."he groaned, falling to the floor beside the stack of papers and rubbing his neck as Dib broke into a fit of laughter.
The sight seemed to amuse Kaci, but she realized that she was considered an authority figure at the moment and needed to calm down and keep the class in order. "Now, now, kids. Let's calm down and get back in order. We're going on a little field trip to the park! Everyone ready?"
"Yees!" the all cried, desperate to get out of the evil classroom before whatever was left of their souls got trapped in the textbooks. A field trip. This should be interesting, Dib thought, brought back to Earth as a board eraser smacked him in the glasses and left a big, white rectangle on their clear surfaces. After he'd cleaned them off, he flashed Zim a glare, the whistle Irken pretending to be completely focused on his script.
Dib sighed and picked up his own. "Very interesting..."
With a sigh ,the scythe haired boy headed through the doors and along the hallways, stopping at his locker for a few moments to get his books before he continued along to his classroom. Once inside, Dib took his regular seat and looked around. The lessons were written on the board already: Spelling Test of Impending Doom.
"What luck..."he uttered. Just then, Zim marched into the classroom, his hands folded behind his back while his head was tilted upward in a 'snooty' manner. He sat down in his desk beside Dib and simply stared forward, the boy's amber eyes following him along and narrowing slowly. "You know, Zim...I took what you said into consideration."
The green alien looked over to him skeptically. "Eh? I'm sorry...I don't speak to germy children such as yourself..."Zim said before turning his attention forward again and waiting for the lesson to begin.
"Alright, then...But, just so you know...there is no way that you'll be better than me in the play. At first, I wasn't even going to participate, but that rousing speech you gave was just enough to spark my interest in the event. You're goin' down, Zim...rest assured, you're goin' down." Then, the bell rang and Dib looked forward as well. He could tell that what he'd said was getting to Zim...mainly due to the strange noise his clenching fist was making against his gloves. And it made him feel good. Actually, it made him feel great. So great that he didn't even notice the lack of teacher in the room. But, soon, he did.
There was a creak as the door opened and a girl stepped inside, moving to stand behind the desk and grinning at them strangely. It was the girl from before...the one that had been with her 'horned' friend...the one that had given him the pamphlet. But, why in the world was she here, and not Ms. Bitters?
"Well! Good morning," she began, then waited for them to reply.
"Good morning, Miss...uh..."the kids attempted to chant, though they found themselves lacking a name to do so. Finally, they stopped there and stared at her, wondering if it was by some miracle that Ms. Bitters was out.
A few of the children let out soft coughs, one of them daring to raise his hands. "Uh...M-miss? Where's Ms. Bitters?" the girl asked, staring at their substitute and wondering if their work would get even more doomy, if that was even possible.
"Ms. Bitters is...uhm...on jury duty..." she replied, her eyes shifting eerily. Suddenly, she smiled and grabbed an eraser, cleared the board, and wrote in big letters "PROPS".
A small murmur of voiced rose throughout the classroom as the children watched her. Suddenly, one of them jumped up, looking as if they were having the biggest heart attack ever. "NO! NO MORE PEAS! NO MORE MATTRESSES! THE PAAAAIN!!" the kid screamed, soon sittin back down and staring into space nervously. Meanwhile, Dib was trying to ignore the noises behind him and think to himself. Perhaps he -did- have to be in a play...and if so, eveyrone would be watching him. An uneasy cough escaped his lips and he twiddles his thumbs atop his desk.
The young woman smiled at them, kind of enjoying their response. She looked at Dib, winked, then looked over at Zim and repeated the action. "Class..." she said. "I'm Ms. Kaci...you can call me Ms. K, which can stand for a lot of things..."
Dib blinked at her and gave her a weak smile, listening up for what she had in store while Zim, on the other hand, was wondering if she had some strange tick in her eye or something.
"Today, kiddies..." Ms. K began. "We'll be making props for the town play. It's a special play, in which two of your classmates are starring." She held out her hands to gesture to Dib and Zim, smiling rather spookily, then she started making a list of the props she needed.
"Uh...yeah..."the spikey haired boy mumbled, looking down at his desk for a moment or so. Zim grinned and moved to his feet, bowing deeply as if he were some sort of king. His 'reign' was soon interrupted, though, as Dib tossed a crumpled piece of paper at his head. That basically started a war of glares between the two.
"Miss K? Can we be in the play, too?!" a girl from the back asked.
"Hmm..." The substitute sadist, er, teacher turned to look at her as she finished writing and thought for a moment. They -did- need some more background antelope... "I think so, I'll have to check with my resources first." She suddenly pulled out a cell phone and dialed Vet's number.
"Mmhmm...Antelope, Vet, do we need more?...Okay...okay...Ooh, good!...Yeah, the blue one...Uh huh...Uh huh...'kay, bye." The phone clicked as she shut it and turned to smile at the girl. "Good news! We need lots of background antelopes, so just about any volunteer can get a part!
A cheer rose up amongst the students, most of them standing and grinning at her. "Well, show us the way!" they exclaimed, eager to do something fun for a change. Dib grinned and stood as well, though Zim seemed the least excited about it all. He grumbled something beneath his breath and slowly moved to his feet , his hands sliding behind his back as he waited.
Finally, something finally crossed the boy's mind. "Um...Aren't Zim and I supposed to get a script...or something?" Dib asked, looking up at her and arching a brow.
Blue eyes sparked behind ovaled glasses. "You already have them..." She said, her voice a few tones unnaturally low, giving her a really spooky sound.
Dib simply blinked, shaking his head with a sigh, "What do you mean 'You already have them'? No, I don't. I've been wondering how I was going to practice for a play with no lines for a couple days now, and not once did I see some giant wad of papers with 'The Lion King' written o-OOOW!!" His speech was cut short as something hard pressed against his back, causing him to jump a bit and turn for the source. Hands sliding to his back, they grabbed something and pulled it out in front of himself. It was a script, somehow wedged into his back pocket. How she managed to get a book into his pants without him knowing, he didn't know. All he knew was that it was confusing him to death.
Zim's script didn't arrive as -well- as Dib's did, suddenly flying through the air and smacking him hard against the back of his neck. "AAAH! Spine...crushed...ugh..."he groaned, falling to the floor beside the stack of papers and rubbing his neck as Dib broke into a fit of laughter.
The sight seemed to amuse Kaci, but she realized that she was considered an authority figure at the moment and needed to calm down and keep the class in order. "Now, now, kids. Let's calm down and get back in order. We're going on a little field trip to the park! Everyone ready?"
"Yees!" the all cried, desperate to get out of the evil classroom before whatever was left of their souls got trapped in the textbooks. A field trip. This should be interesting, Dib thought, brought back to Earth as a board eraser smacked him in the glasses and left a big, white rectangle on their clear surfaces. After he'd cleaned them off, he flashed Zim a glare, the whistle Irken pretending to be completely focused on his script.
Dib sighed and picked up his own. "Very interesting..."