A/N: Um... I'm gonna continue this because I need to get it finished or else I'll go insane, and because I'm bored. Yeah! I never expected to get any reviews at all so I decided to not let you peoples down. Hah-hah. Cheer with happiness. Happiness is good... WHILE IT LASTS!! Squee!
~... do dayt?~
When Dib entered the classroom that morning, Jess was positively beaming. "Hi, Dibby-Wibbums!" she greeted, resting her chin on her clasped hands and gazing up at him dreamily. Dib sneered, whirling around to face her and slamming his hands on her desk, causing her to instinctively jump. "Who are you?" Dib demanded through clenched teeth. "Where do you come from?"
Jess stared at him for a second before a spooky grin split her face. "Somewhere," she said, giggling. She flicked his nose, causing him to stumble back, holding it in his cupped hands. "Nyah! What was that for?"
"No particular reason!" Jess said proudly, throwing her arms behind her head and putting her feet up, smiling contentedly. Dib growled angrily at her before making his way to his desk and seating himself. Jess clapped a hand over her mouth to pathetically muffle a giggle, and Dib rolled his eyes. 'Look's like this one doesn't have all the lights on upstairs,' he miserably thought to himself.
When Zim stepped in, Jess nearly fell out of her chair. Regaining her composure, she put her legs back under the desk, clasped her hands, and smiled happily at him. Seeing this, Zim gritted his teeth and pressed himself up against the wall, cautiously inching to his desk. Jess intently watched his every movement, fascination crossing her features. When Zim took his seat, the girl squealed and this time did manage to throw herself out of the seat. Dib snickered while everyone else regarded the idiot rolling around on the floor, laughing insanely for no particular reason whatsoever. It wasn't until Ms. Bitters came in that the girl forced herself to catch her breath. She was on her back, holding her knees to her chest, her hair frazzled. She stared up at the freakish teacher. "Good morning, Ms. Bitters," she greeted, smiling.
"Get off the floor, you rotting piece of pork flesh," Ms. Bitters said as she swept over to her desk. Jess swallowed another burst of laughter and got to her feet, seating herself once again. She turned to Zim, smiling inanely. Zim squealed and immediately looked away. Jess frowned, but then smiled as she thought of a brilliant idea. She quickly snatched out some looseleaf, and then messily scrawled all over it. She balled it up and tossed it in Zim's direction. Zim growled as the wad of paper hit his head, and then grabbed it and unballed it. It read as follows:
'Hi, Zimbo-limbo! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG!'
"What kind of stupidity IS this?!" Zim demanded, leaping upon his desk and raising the paper high into the air.
"ZIM!" Ms. Bitters hollered. "You just wasted five seconds of your life! You will regret this when you're an old man, filled with doomy cancer and dying in a retirement home."
"What?! What is this cancer-beast?! I will find out what this thing that dares to destroy Zim is, and---"
"ZIM!" Dib screamed, "You're gonna start a whole new episode in itself! This thing will have to be extended because you'll be too busy trying to figure out what the hell cancer is, and when you finally do, it's just gonna take us back to where we started from!"
"Holy crap, he's right," Zim said. He quickly fell back into his seat and tore the paper into shreds. "I am a happy worm with no knowledge of cancer. I will stay that way," he said, faking a smile.
Ms. Bitters hissed with irritation, and suddenly, Jess exploded into laughter.
"What is your PROBLEM?!" Dib screamed, fed up with her antics. "What the hell are you laughing about NOW?!"
"MISHTA... MISHTA... I IS ONLY TEN BUT I GOTS A LOTTA HATE IN ME..." and here, she broke off into laughter, "I IS GONNA BEAT YOU LIKE MY MAMA BEATS ME," she said before practically hyperventilating in her excitement and enjoyment of what she was stating. She paused to gather as much of her bearings as possible (which wasn't much) before continuing. "I IS GONNA DRINK YOUR BLOOD AND POOP ON YOUR HEAD!!" Finishing, she purposely threw herself out of the desk in order to roll around the floor freely. By this time she was red in the face.
"Did you make that up?" The Letter M asked. Jess shook her head violently before leaping to her feet, fire in her eyes. "How dare you?! DO I LOOK LIKE JHONEN VASQUEZ?! HUH?! DO I?! ANSWER ME!!!"
The Letter M cocked his eyebrow but nonetheless shrunk back into his seat. Jess threw her head back and sat back down again, obviously satisfied with this reaction even though it was not what she had asked for, exactly. But oh well! I don't even know where the hell this is going right now. Damn. I need to go bang my head against the wall or something. I cannot do this while listening to Beauty and the Beast songs. RARGH! ~flounces off~
The bell to signify that class was over and it was lunchtime rang, because I wanted it to. Live with my wanting-to-ness.
"Ooh, lunch!" Jess squealed, throwing herself out of her seat again. She seemed to have a knack at doing that. "So, what're we having?" No one answered her, however. People had learned to ignore her by now. Kids trudged out of the classroom, shuffling past her body. Jess stood up and brushed herself off (Some weird screwed up noise just happened outta nowhere in my room right now and I don't know what it is or where it came from. I have to do Social Studies h/w. What the hell, there it goes again! I added this comment because I can :P).
Jess skipped into the lunchroom. They were serving nasty stuff. Gahh... I CAN'T WRITE TODAY, CAN I?! Anyway, it was fried flamingos smothered with mustard and peaskins all packed together to form a nifty little pyramid. Nifty, huh? Huh?! She got her tray and admired the little peaskin pyramid. It was very nifty, very nifty indeed. Jess finally raised her eyes to see Zim sitting at a table alone. A smile split her face as she hurried over to him. "Hey, Zimbo-limbo!" she greeted amiably.
"Don't call me that," Zim muttered.
"Can I sit here, please, Zimby?"
"No."
"Okay."
Jess set her tray down next to Zim and sat down. She smiled a big spooky-lookin' grin. "I thought I told you you couldn't sit next to the almighty Zim," Zim spat, raising an eyebrow. Jess shrugged and began poking her little pyramid with a fork, amazement coming over her features. "Hey, Zimfra, check this out!" she whispered, poking the side of it. The pyramid wavered and made a little squeaky noise before returning to its former position. Jess giggled inanely before handing the plastic, soiled fork over to Zim. "Now you try," she whispered, as if it were a secret that only he could hear. Zim looked at the pyramid with disgust. "Go on, Zimlim, go on," Jess said excitedly. "Stop calling me those stupid names," he muttered through gritted teeth before poking it. The pyramid did the same thing as before, and Jess let out a whoop of joy. "I WIN!!"
"You win WHAT?" Zim asked flatly.
"Sir Ramen's ASS! Wait, no, that's not right. I dunno. Why are you asking ME?! Damn you," she growled, getting up and stalking off. However, before she got too far away, she turned her head and flashed him a smile over her shoulder. Zim growled, none too happy.
Jess reached the table where Dib and Gaz were sitting. "Hi, Dibinga," Jess said sweetly. "Dib-in-ga? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dib asked. Jess shrugged and sat near him. "Soo, whassup?" she asked, looking interested. "What's it to you?" Dib asked. "I don't know," Jess admitted, and then smiled. "Hey, Dibola, you're funny-lookin'. Like somethin' that looks funny."
"Gee, thanks," Dib said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Jess beamed. "I wuffles you, Dibni!" she squealed before tearing out of the lunchroom to Neptune knows where.
Gaz snickered. No, she did not snicker good-naturedly. She snickered AT Dib, not with him. She was not being nice! No! NO! Stoppit! "Dibni?" she asked with an evil smile. Dib hid his face, embrassed, and growled into his hands, "Ohhh how she will PAY..."
I's is gonna stop here. Yah. I got somewhere to go with it but right now it's just jumping any which way, and that is no good. Noo. And I wrote enough, and you knowsies, I got some stupid S.S. questions to answer. NO! They're not due tomorrow, stupidhead! But I might have plans for tomorrow, soo... dude. Whatever. There are so few people probably reading as far as this anyway. Adieu, spootwads :P (THAT WAS NOT EVIL! THAT WAS GOOD-NATURED! IS NOT GOOD-NATURED-LESS LIKE GAZ!)
~... do dayt?~
When Dib entered the classroom that morning, Jess was positively beaming. "Hi, Dibby-Wibbums!" she greeted, resting her chin on her clasped hands and gazing up at him dreamily. Dib sneered, whirling around to face her and slamming his hands on her desk, causing her to instinctively jump. "Who are you?" Dib demanded through clenched teeth. "Where do you come from?"
Jess stared at him for a second before a spooky grin split her face. "Somewhere," she said, giggling. She flicked his nose, causing him to stumble back, holding it in his cupped hands. "Nyah! What was that for?"
"No particular reason!" Jess said proudly, throwing her arms behind her head and putting her feet up, smiling contentedly. Dib growled angrily at her before making his way to his desk and seating himself. Jess clapped a hand over her mouth to pathetically muffle a giggle, and Dib rolled his eyes. 'Look's like this one doesn't have all the lights on upstairs,' he miserably thought to himself.
When Zim stepped in, Jess nearly fell out of her chair. Regaining her composure, she put her legs back under the desk, clasped her hands, and smiled happily at him. Seeing this, Zim gritted his teeth and pressed himself up against the wall, cautiously inching to his desk. Jess intently watched his every movement, fascination crossing her features. When Zim took his seat, the girl squealed and this time did manage to throw herself out of the seat. Dib snickered while everyone else regarded the idiot rolling around on the floor, laughing insanely for no particular reason whatsoever. It wasn't until Ms. Bitters came in that the girl forced herself to catch her breath. She was on her back, holding her knees to her chest, her hair frazzled. She stared up at the freakish teacher. "Good morning, Ms. Bitters," she greeted, smiling.
"Get off the floor, you rotting piece of pork flesh," Ms. Bitters said as she swept over to her desk. Jess swallowed another burst of laughter and got to her feet, seating herself once again. She turned to Zim, smiling inanely. Zim squealed and immediately looked away. Jess frowned, but then smiled as she thought of a brilliant idea. She quickly snatched out some looseleaf, and then messily scrawled all over it. She balled it up and tossed it in Zim's direction. Zim growled as the wad of paper hit his head, and then grabbed it and unballed it. It read as follows:
'Hi, Zimbo-limbo! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG! HOT DAWG!'
"What kind of stupidity IS this?!" Zim demanded, leaping upon his desk and raising the paper high into the air.
"ZIM!" Ms. Bitters hollered. "You just wasted five seconds of your life! You will regret this when you're an old man, filled with doomy cancer and dying in a retirement home."
"What?! What is this cancer-beast?! I will find out what this thing that dares to destroy Zim is, and---"
"ZIM!" Dib screamed, "You're gonna start a whole new episode in itself! This thing will have to be extended because you'll be too busy trying to figure out what the hell cancer is, and when you finally do, it's just gonna take us back to where we started from!"
"Holy crap, he's right," Zim said. He quickly fell back into his seat and tore the paper into shreds. "I am a happy worm with no knowledge of cancer. I will stay that way," he said, faking a smile.
Ms. Bitters hissed with irritation, and suddenly, Jess exploded into laughter.
"What is your PROBLEM?!" Dib screamed, fed up with her antics. "What the hell are you laughing about NOW?!"
"MISHTA... MISHTA... I IS ONLY TEN BUT I GOTS A LOTTA HATE IN ME..." and here, she broke off into laughter, "I IS GONNA BEAT YOU LIKE MY MAMA BEATS ME," she said before practically hyperventilating in her excitement and enjoyment of what she was stating. She paused to gather as much of her bearings as possible (which wasn't much) before continuing. "I IS GONNA DRINK YOUR BLOOD AND POOP ON YOUR HEAD!!" Finishing, she purposely threw herself out of the desk in order to roll around the floor freely. By this time she was red in the face.
"Did you make that up?" The Letter M asked. Jess shook her head violently before leaping to her feet, fire in her eyes. "How dare you?! DO I LOOK LIKE JHONEN VASQUEZ?! HUH?! DO I?! ANSWER ME!!!"
The Letter M cocked his eyebrow but nonetheless shrunk back into his seat. Jess threw her head back and sat back down again, obviously satisfied with this reaction even though it was not what she had asked for, exactly. But oh well! I don't even know where the hell this is going right now. Damn. I need to go bang my head against the wall or something. I cannot do this while listening to Beauty and the Beast songs. RARGH! ~flounces off~
The bell to signify that class was over and it was lunchtime rang, because I wanted it to. Live with my wanting-to-ness.
"Ooh, lunch!" Jess squealed, throwing herself out of her seat again. She seemed to have a knack at doing that. "So, what're we having?" No one answered her, however. People had learned to ignore her by now. Kids trudged out of the classroom, shuffling past her body. Jess stood up and brushed herself off (Some weird screwed up noise just happened outta nowhere in my room right now and I don't know what it is or where it came from. I have to do Social Studies h/w. What the hell, there it goes again! I added this comment because I can :P).
Jess skipped into the lunchroom. They were serving nasty stuff. Gahh... I CAN'T WRITE TODAY, CAN I?! Anyway, it was fried flamingos smothered with mustard and peaskins all packed together to form a nifty little pyramid. Nifty, huh? Huh?! She got her tray and admired the little peaskin pyramid. It was very nifty, very nifty indeed. Jess finally raised her eyes to see Zim sitting at a table alone. A smile split her face as she hurried over to him. "Hey, Zimbo-limbo!" she greeted amiably.
"Don't call me that," Zim muttered.
"Can I sit here, please, Zimby?"
"No."
"Okay."
Jess set her tray down next to Zim and sat down. She smiled a big spooky-lookin' grin. "I thought I told you you couldn't sit next to the almighty Zim," Zim spat, raising an eyebrow. Jess shrugged and began poking her little pyramid with a fork, amazement coming over her features. "Hey, Zimfra, check this out!" she whispered, poking the side of it. The pyramid wavered and made a little squeaky noise before returning to its former position. Jess giggled inanely before handing the plastic, soiled fork over to Zim. "Now you try," she whispered, as if it were a secret that only he could hear. Zim looked at the pyramid with disgust. "Go on, Zimlim, go on," Jess said excitedly. "Stop calling me those stupid names," he muttered through gritted teeth before poking it. The pyramid did the same thing as before, and Jess let out a whoop of joy. "I WIN!!"
"You win WHAT?" Zim asked flatly.
"Sir Ramen's ASS! Wait, no, that's not right. I dunno. Why are you asking ME?! Damn you," she growled, getting up and stalking off. However, before she got too far away, she turned her head and flashed him a smile over her shoulder. Zim growled, none too happy.
Jess reached the table where Dib and Gaz were sitting. "Hi, Dibinga," Jess said sweetly. "Dib-in-ga? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dib asked. Jess shrugged and sat near him. "Soo, whassup?" she asked, looking interested. "What's it to you?" Dib asked. "I don't know," Jess admitted, and then smiled. "Hey, Dibola, you're funny-lookin'. Like somethin' that looks funny."
"Gee, thanks," Dib said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Jess beamed. "I wuffles you, Dibni!" she squealed before tearing out of the lunchroom to Neptune knows where.
Gaz snickered. No, she did not snicker good-naturedly. She snickered AT Dib, not with him. She was not being nice! No! NO! Stoppit! "Dibni?" she asked with an evil smile. Dib hid his face, embrassed, and growled into his hands, "Ohhh how she will PAY..."
I's is gonna stop here. Yah. I got somewhere to go with it but right now it's just jumping any which way, and that is no good. Noo. And I wrote enough, and you knowsies, I got some stupid S.S. questions to answer. NO! They're not due tomorrow, stupidhead! But I might have plans for tomorrow, soo... dude. Whatever. There are so few people probably reading as far as this anyway. Adieu, spootwads :P (THAT WAS NOT EVIL! THAT WAS GOOD-NATURED! IS NOT GOOD-NATURED-LESS LIKE GAZ!)