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read! For I have a proposition for you, me dear reader; If you can spot
where I am in this chapter, I will add you, YES YOU! In the next one,
hopefully this will actually get interesting by then. Oh well! You all know
the disclaimer thingie so I won't even bother.
A DOOM to remember
Zim leaned his head against the cloudy window of the bus. Mud had apparently been splashed on the outer side of the windows, leaving them a brownish-black color looking quite disgusting. Zim had only had to take the bus once while he was on Earth; from that day Gir had gotten him lost in the city. It was something he despised greatly, but in order to get to the theater where this so-called "play" was going to take place, he'd have to take this pathetic excuse for a hunk of metal.
He watched as a few children played jump rope on the sidewalk as the bus passed a small ghetto-like neighborhood. House with boarded up windows, bikes lying to rust on the practically bare lawns, not to mention the only few adults present were practically decaying and armed with shotguns as they watched the younger neighbors shout to one another; pants baggy, boxers puffed, and bandanas tied on their foreheads. The older adults would shout hear and there, "Get off my lawn you little punk!" "Stop teasing my dog!" Zim rolled his eyes.
Suddenly a loud 'splat!' noise shocked him into sitting upright. An orange blotch had struck the outside of his window right near his head. 'Oh that's nice.' He thought bitterly. He lifted his head just enough to look over the back of his seat to see a kid, about in his teens, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood flipped over his head riding a bicycle. He was waving a paintball gun in the air with one hand while balancing his steering of the bike with the other.
"Stink beasts." Grumbled Zim; slumping back into his seat.
From the seat parallel to where Zim sat, was lo and behold, Gretchen. She glanced over at Zim from her book. The Bible. Zim felt eyes upon him and looked over to their position. Gretchen's eyes met his, she smiled, Zim quirked an eyebrow. She turned back to her book still smiling sweetly.
'What the hell? With an expression like that, who knows what evils that creature is conjecturing!' Thought Zim; Paranoid, as usual.
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It had felt like it took forever for that stupid bus to reach the theater. In the meantime, Zim had started counting trees passing by, which made him a little nauseous now.
"All right everyone off the bus!" Shouted the grimy bus driver. Zim shuddered; this was it. THE EXTRA CURRICULUM ACTIVITIE.THING. He stood up, arms hanging loosely, an expression that just seemed to shriek "WHHHY???" He stood for a few minutes, waiting for a noble worm baby to let him out. Of course no one did. Zim sneered "Ungrateful little brats."
"Go ahead." Said a voice. Zim looked up to see it was Gretchen. She smiled that same sugar coated smile as before. Zim raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, OUT OF ZIM'S WAY!" He shouted sophomorically and shoved the girl out of the way and scooted off the bus. Gretchen flew backward knocking over a few kids behind her in the process. "Hey!" Shouted a girl behind her.
"I'm so sorry!" Clarified Gretchen wistfully as she helped herself to her feet. "Wait. . Where's my Bible?" Concerned Gretchen under her breath.
"You're holding up the line!" Shouted a boy from the back of the bus. Gretchen fell to her knees and started searching, and spotted the Bible under her seat.
"There it is!" She reached under the seat and abruptly the line started moving again. Despite Gretchen's body lying on the ground reaching for the book. "Ouch! Ow!" People stepped over and on her legs and back.
"Stop it! I'm down here! Ouch! Your on my face!"
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Inside the theater, the few children including Zim, that had already escaped the yellow, sad excuse for transportation had found some metal fold out chairs that were set up in a somewhat large "rehearsal" room to sit in.
A considerably tall blond woman stood amongst the children holding a wooden clipboard and a black click pen, which she held next to her mouth as she eyed the paper, then the children. Her smooth blond hair was pulled back into a neat bun, her outfit was a gray dress suit with a matching jacket; to top off her look, she had black rimmed rectangular eyeglasses that sat comfortably at the end of her pointy nose.
"WHERE are the rest of you little bags of flesh?" She suddenly spoke up; her voice was nasal and flat, matching her dour facial features perfectly. It wasn't even really like she had asked them, she hadn't really looked at anyone when the question was asked. The children just shrugged simultaneously. The woman sighed heavily and went back to staring at her clipboard.
It wasn't long until the rest of the "bags of flesh" started piling into the room and plopped into any available seat. Gretchen was the last to drag herself into the room. Despite the limping and bruised torso, she was still smiling that same smile she always contained. Until her eyes met Zim's, then it faded slightly then she hugged her Bible closer and scuffed herself over to an open seat. Zim rolled his eyes. Pathetic human.
"Finally!" Whined the woman, and backed into a seat nearby and crossed her legs. "All right, my name is Ms. Shickadance. I will be teaching you talent less little monsters how to act."
'Great' Thought Zim, 'a miniature Ms. Bitters, that all I need. .'
"Now for role call." Continued the obnoxiously surly woman,
"Blink."
"Here."
"Kim."
"Here."
"Gretchen."
"Here."
"Cassika."
"PRESENT!"
"Je-"
"But you pronounced my name wrong!"
"Excuse me?"
"I go by Cassy, but the 'C' is silent."
".. So your name is Assy?"
"Yep! That's what the boys call me!"
"You're a strange child."
"Yep!"
"Moving on.. Jessandra."
"Here! And actually that was my weird sister you just called on.. She's weird."
"I see.. Zim."
"Sir!"
"Good God you're GREEN!"
"That I am. It's a skin condition AND I'M VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT IT!" Suddenly Zim started sobbing spuriously.
"You need to work on your acting, green child!"
"Eh?"
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After role call was finished, Ms. Shickadance passed out scripts to each of the children. Zim noticed the two girls who had made a scene during role call had to share the same script. Apparently, the Cassika one had eaten hers.
"Now class, it is time for you all to show me the best acting you've got in you. If you are good, you will be rewarded with a leading role. If you are bad you will be punished with. a not so good role." Pause. "Decisions begin now!"
Each child was given a line to read and put as convincing as possible. Unfortunately, one line couldn't possibly process that, but Ms. Shickadance was 'pressed for time' so it really didn't matter.
"Blink, stand up and read line 27B on page 65, now!"
Blink, a somewhat short in height boy jumped from his seat and scrambled to flip to the page. When he spotted the line he looked back at Ms. Shickadance oddly.
"27B Ms. Shickadance?"
"Yes. READ IT."
Blink scratched at his florescent green hair awkwardly and cleared his throat.
"My name is Bob."
Ms. Shickadance clicked her pen and added something to her clipboard. She gave him a half smile and waved him off. Blink shook his head slightly and sat back down.
"Kim, your next. Read line 43S on page 12."
The overly dressed girl Kim, who had her black hair cropped into a messy bun to the back of her head stood up.
"This mayonnaise has gone bad."
"Thank you, Kim."
Walking back to her seat, Kim was seen to be sobbing to some extent and muttering on how she spent hours practicing for this rehearsal. She happened to sit next to the tattered figure of Gretchen, who attempted to comfort Kim by patting her knee. Kim looked up to Gretchen then the Bible mottled with dirt resting on her lap.
"What are you some kind of freak?"
Ms. Shickadance let out an exasperated groan and called up the next child to practice.
"Assy.."
In a quick swift movement, "Assy" jumped up form her seat startling most of the other children causing them to twitch in their seats. The curly haired brunette bounced over towards Ms. Shickadance, hair whipping side to side as she approached the distraught woman.
"Line 68C on page 75."
Assy stared confused, "What?"
"..Thank you for your time, please take your seat."
"But what about my rehearsal?"
"Lets just say, I have already reached my decision."
Assy crossed her eyes, "Huh?"
"TAKE YOUR SEAT!"
"Okay!" Without further argument, the girl bounced back to her seat and slammed herself down on it extremely loudly.
"Jessandra."
The younger girl from before remained in her seat, staring blankly at the teacher.
"JESSANDRA."
She continued to stare, her baby blue eyes widened and vacant.
"Thank you for your time. next is: Ahh, the green child."
Zim took a correct assumption and stepped forward, dragging his feet.
"Line 69Q on page 3."
Zim flipped three pages and found his line, his eyes widened. Noooooooo. The teacher stared impatiently, clicking her pen insolently. Zim winced.
"I have sexy cheese in my pants," He grumbled. The class snickered loudly, the Assy-girl was screaming. Literally. The Blink-boy chortled loudly. The Jessandra-girl stared blankly. The Kim-girl made a fake attempt to cover her mouth from laughter, she needed to work on her acting too.
All but one was laughing, who could it be but Gretchen. Her face was shaped with a fully sympathetic exterior to it. Her eyes shined with a paper-thin layer of tears. "I feel for you," She mouthed, and clutched her cross necklace in her pale hand.
GAG! Zim stomped over to his seat; the laughter was one thing, but sympathy from a despicable HUUMAN? YUCK! The class continued to chuckle and some whispered to another pointing at him.
"Yes, yes laugh it up. I am forced to state a false fact about myself that is impractical beyond reason but HAHAHAAAA.. IT'S JUST SOO HILARIOUS TO YOU PEOPLE ISN'T IT??"
The class fell silent for a few seconds but then a voice snapped up again:
"HAHA! CHEESE!"
A wave of giggles passed over the room again. Zim felt it slide over his head then pass out the door. All was silent again, Ms. Shickadance; who never moved position or expression the entire time, shifted position in her seat and signaled the continuance with the rehearsals.
"Moving on.."
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After rehearsal, and character decision was complete, the group of children were back on the bus. Most were in the seats they had begun with; Zim in his "target for paintballs" seat, Gretchen close by Zim, and Assy on the roof.. Wow that was random.
Sigh. Zim was yet again staring out the bus window, this time a little more relieved. 'At least it's over' He thought to himself. Suddenly, Zim perked his head up it felt like part of his seat had slightly sunken in next to him.
"Hi Zim."
He turned, "Oh, it's you.." He said with annoyance and turned back to the window.
"So, you got the lead in the play?"
"I did?"
"Yes, weren't you paying attention when Ms. Shickadance announced our roles?"
Zim stared at her blankly.
"Guess not.."
"Why are you even trying to start a conversation with the great Zim? I have no business with you, so leave me."
Gretchen flashed him a syrupy smirk, one of her eyes was bruised and vaguely squinting. "That's a lot of lines to remember, do you need any help?"
"NO. I am Zim; I NEED no HELP from the likes of YOU. Now GO AWAY."
"Are you sure?"
Zim exhaled piercingly and leaned forward to the seat in front of him where a girl with dark brown hair and red and blond highlights in it, listening to a disc man; grooving to the music was sitting. Zim aimlessly grabbed the headphones right off her ears and put them on his to block out Gretchen's voice. She sighed and started to say something again. 'Good, now she's muted.' The only words Zim could hear now were the crazy music the girl seated in front him had playing in the disc man. The girl hadn't even noticed they were gone and continued to groove to herself.
"Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
RE-SPECT, walk.."
Zim, shrugged, he'd heard worse music than this, and it was a hell of a lot better than Gretchen's voice. Abruptly, the music was cut off. Zim looked over at Gretchen, who was still next to him, holding the headphones. She looked slightly annoyed now and leaned over to put the headphones back on their owner's head. When they were placed on the girl's ears, hastily she stopped grooving.
"Who took my headphones?!"
Talk about a delayed reaction.
"Zim has no tolerance for your ignorance! LEAVE ME!"
Gretchen sighed again, "I want to help you."
Without hesitation, Zim shoved her out of the seat, leaving her flat on her butt in the seat aisle.
"I warned you!" He shouted, shaking his fist. Gretchen dusted herself off and retreated to her first seat. Zim glared at her, she opened her Bible nonchalantly and began reading again. 'WIERDO' Thought Zim, frustrated. 'Zim needs no help; Zim is great of all things! How DARE she treat the Zim like some mediocre HUMAN?!?' He huffed and growled to himself, then practically jumping out of his skin when a another loud 'SPLAT!' hit his window.
"CURSE YOUU!!"
WOW that was stupid! Oh well R+R anyways! Did ya spot me?? Didja didja didja?? If you think you spotted me, leave a review and let me know! This mainly is based on who can tell me first, so whoever gets it first is added to the story, if there's a few other people who got it right to I will make 2nd place 3rd.. etc. For the winner I will need: Name: Appearance: Personality traits:
You may add a few other stuff too but that's jus the basics k? k. Peace.
A DOOM to remember
Zim leaned his head against the cloudy window of the bus. Mud had apparently been splashed on the outer side of the windows, leaving them a brownish-black color looking quite disgusting. Zim had only had to take the bus once while he was on Earth; from that day Gir had gotten him lost in the city. It was something he despised greatly, but in order to get to the theater where this so-called "play" was going to take place, he'd have to take this pathetic excuse for a hunk of metal.
He watched as a few children played jump rope on the sidewalk as the bus passed a small ghetto-like neighborhood. House with boarded up windows, bikes lying to rust on the practically bare lawns, not to mention the only few adults present were practically decaying and armed with shotguns as they watched the younger neighbors shout to one another; pants baggy, boxers puffed, and bandanas tied on their foreheads. The older adults would shout hear and there, "Get off my lawn you little punk!" "Stop teasing my dog!" Zim rolled his eyes.
Suddenly a loud 'splat!' noise shocked him into sitting upright. An orange blotch had struck the outside of his window right near his head. 'Oh that's nice.' He thought bitterly. He lifted his head just enough to look over the back of his seat to see a kid, about in his teens, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the hood flipped over his head riding a bicycle. He was waving a paintball gun in the air with one hand while balancing his steering of the bike with the other.
"Stink beasts." Grumbled Zim; slumping back into his seat.
From the seat parallel to where Zim sat, was lo and behold, Gretchen. She glanced over at Zim from her book. The Bible. Zim felt eyes upon him and looked over to their position. Gretchen's eyes met his, she smiled, Zim quirked an eyebrow. She turned back to her book still smiling sweetly.
'What the hell? With an expression like that, who knows what evils that creature is conjecturing!' Thought Zim; Paranoid, as usual.
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It had felt like it took forever for that stupid bus to reach the theater. In the meantime, Zim had started counting trees passing by, which made him a little nauseous now.
"All right everyone off the bus!" Shouted the grimy bus driver. Zim shuddered; this was it. THE EXTRA CURRICULUM ACTIVITIE.THING. He stood up, arms hanging loosely, an expression that just seemed to shriek "WHHHY???" He stood for a few minutes, waiting for a noble worm baby to let him out. Of course no one did. Zim sneered "Ungrateful little brats."
"Go ahead." Said a voice. Zim looked up to see it was Gretchen. She smiled that same sugar coated smile as before. Zim raised his eyebrows.
"That's right, OUT OF ZIM'S WAY!" He shouted sophomorically and shoved the girl out of the way and scooted off the bus. Gretchen flew backward knocking over a few kids behind her in the process. "Hey!" Shouted a girl behind her.
"I'm so sorry!" Clarified Gretchen wistfully as she helped herself to her feet. "Wait. . Where's my Bible?" Concerned Gretchen under her breath.
"You're holding up the line!" Shouted a boy from the back of the bus. Gretchen fell to her knees and started searching, and spotted the Bible under her seat.
"There it is!" She reached under the seat and abruptly the line started moving again. Despite Gretchen's body lying on the ground reaching for the book. "Ouch! Ow!" People stepped over and on her legs and back.
"Stop it! I'm down here! Ouch! Your on my face!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~
Inside the theater, the few children including Zim, that had already escaped the yellow, sad excuse for transportation had found some metal fold out chairs that were set up in a somewhat large "rehearsal" room to sit in.
A considerably tall blond woman stood amongst the children holding a wooden clipboard and a black click pen, which she held next to her mouth as she eyed the paper, then the children. Her smooth blond hair was pulled back into a neat bun, her outfit was a gray dress suit with a matching jacket; to top off her look, she had black rimmed rectangular eyeglasses that sat comfortably at the end of her pointy nose.
"WHERE are the rest of you little bags of flesh?" She suddenly spoke up; her voice was nasal and flat, matching her dour facial features perfectly. It wasn't even really like she had asked them, she hadn't really looked at anyone when the question was asked. The children just shrugged simultaneously. The woman sighed heavily and went back to staring at her clipboard.
It wasn't long until the rest of the "bags of flesh" started piling into the room and plopped into any available seat. Gretchen was the last to drag herself into the room. Despite the limping and bruised torso, she was still smiling that same smile she always contained. Until her eyes met Zim's, then it faded slightly then she hugged her Bible closer and scuffed herself over to an open seat. Zim rolled his eyes. Pathetic human.
"Finally!" Whined the woman, and backed into a seat nearby and crossed her legs. "All right, my name is Ms. Shickadance. I will be teaching you talent less little monsters how to act."
'Great' Thought Zim, 'a miniature Ms. Bitters, that all I need. .'
"Now for role call." Continued the obnoxiously surly woman,
"Blink."
"Here."
"Kim."
"Here."
"Gretchen."
"Here."
"Cassika."
"PRESENT!"
"Je-"
"But you pronounced my name wrong!"
"Excuse me?"
"I go by Cassy, but the 'C' is silent."
".. So your name is Assy?"
"Yep! That's what the boys call me!"
"You're a strange child."
"Yep!"
"Moving on.. Jessandra."
"Here! And actually that was my weird sister you just called on.. She's weird."
"I see.. Zim."
"Sir!"
"Good God you're GREEN!"
"That I am. It's a skin condition AND I'M VERY SENSITIVE ABOUT IT!" Suddenly Zim started sobbing spuriously.
"You need to work on your acting, green child!"
"Eh?"
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After role call was finished, Ms. Shickadance passed out scripts to each of the children. Zim noticed the two girls who had made a scene during role call had to share the same script. Apparently, the Cassika one had eaten hers.
"Now class, it is time for you all to show me the best acting you've got in you. If you are good, you will be rewarded with a leading role. If you are bad you will be punished with. a not so good role." Pause. "Decisions begin now!"
Each child was given a line to read and put as convincing as possible. Unfortunately, one line couldn't possibly process that, but Ms. Shickadance was 'pressed for time' so it really didn't matter.
"Blink, stand up and read line 27B on page 65, now!"
Blink, a somewhat short in height boy jumped from his seat and scrambled to flip to the page. When he spotted the line he looked back at Ms. Shickadance oddly.
"27B Ms. Shickadance?"
"Yes. READ IT."
Blink scratched at his florescent green hair awkwardly and cleared his throat.
"My name is Bob."
Ms. Shickadance clicked her pen and added something to her clipboard. She gave him a half smile and waved him off. Blink shook his head slightly and sat back down.
"Kim, your next. Read line 43S on page 12."
The overly dressed girl Kim, who had her black hair cropped into a messy bun to the back of her head stood up.
"This mayonnaise has gone bad."
"Thank you, Kim."
Walking back to her seat, Kim was seen to be sobbing to some extent and muttering on how she spent hours practicing for this rehearsal. She happened to sit next to the tattered figure of Gretchen, who attempted to comfort Kim by patting her knee. Kim looked up to Gretchen then the Bible mottled with dirt resting on her lap.
"What are you some kind of freak?"
Ms. Shickadance let out an exasperated groan and called up the next child to practice.
"Assy.."
In a quick swift movement, "Assy" jumped up form her seat startling most of the other children causing them to twitch in their seats. The curly haired brunette bounced over towards Ms. Shickadance, hair whipping side to side as she approached the distraught woman.
"Line 68C on page 75."
Assy stared confused, "What?"
"..Thank you for your time, please take your seat."
"But what about my rehearsal?"
"Lets just say, I have already reached my decision."
Assy crossed her eyes, "Huh?"
"TAKE YOUR SEAT!"
"Okay!" Without further argument, the girl bounced back to her seat and slammed herself down on it extremely loudly.
"Jessandra."
The younger girl from before remained in her seat, staring blankly at the teacher.
"JESSANDRA."
She continued to stare, her baby blue eyes widened and vacant.
"Thank you for your time. next is: Ahh, the green child."
Zim took a correct assumption and stepped forward, dragging his feet.
"Line 69Q on page 3."
Zim flipped three pages and found his line, his eyes widened. Noooooooo. The teacher stared impatiently, clicking her pen insolently. Zim winced.
"I have sexy cheese in my pants," He grumbled. The class snickered loudly, the Assy-girl was screaming. Literally. The Blink-boy chortled loudly. The Jessandra-girl stared blankly. The Kim-girl made a fake attempt to cover her mouth from laughter, she needed to work on her acting too.
All but one was laughing, who could it be but Gretchen. Her face was shaped with a fully sympathetic exterior to it. Her eyes shined with a paper-thin layer of tears. "I feel for you," She mouthed, and clutched her cross necklace in her pale hand.
GAG! Zim stomped over to his seat; the laughter was one thing, but sympathy from a despicable HUUMAN? YUCK! The class continued to chuckle and some whispered to another pointing at him.
"Yes, yes laugh it up. I am forced to state a false fact about myself that is impractical beyond reason but HAHAHAAAA.. IT'S JUST SOO HILARIOUS TO YOU PEOPLE ISN'T IT??"
The class fell silent for a few seconds but then a voice snapped up again:
"HAHA! CHEESE!"
A wave of giggles passed over the room again. Zim felt it slide over his head then pass out the door. All was silent again, Ms. Shickadance; who never moved position or expression the entire time, shifted position in her seat and signaled the continuance with the rehearsals.
"Moving on.."
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After rehearsal, and character decision was complete, the group of children were back on the bus. Most were in the seats they had begun with; Zim in his "target for paintballs" seat, Gretchen close by Zim, and Assy on the roof.. Wow that was random.
Sigh. Zim was yet again staring out the bus window, this time a little more relieved. 'At least it's over' He thought to himself. Suddenly, Zim perked his head up it felt like part of his seat had slightly sunken in next to him.
"Hi Zim."
He turned, "Oh, it's you.." He said with annoyance and turned back to the window.
"So, you got the lead in the play?"
"I did?"
"Yes, weren't you paying attention when Ms. Shickadance announced our roles?"
Zim stared at her blankly.
"Guess not.."
"Why are you even trying to start a conversation with the great Zim? I have no business with you, so leave me."
Gretchen flashed him a syrupy smirk, one of her eyes was bruised and vaguely squinting. "That's a lot of lines to remember, do you need any help?"
"NO. I am Zim; I NEED no HELP from the likes of YOU. Now GO AWAY."
"Are you sure?"
Zim exhaled piercingly and leaned forward to the seat in front of him where a girl with dark brown hair and red and blond highlights in it, listening to a disc man; grooving to the music was sitting. Zim aimlessly grabbed the headphones right off her ears and put them on his to block out Gretchen's voice. She sighed and started to say something again. 'Good, now she's muted.' The only words Zim could hear now were the crazy music the girl seated in front him had playing in the disc man. The girl hadn't even noticed they were gone and continued to groove to herself.
"Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you...
You want in to get under my skin
And call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you
What do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been
Belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself
Stay away from me
A lesson learned in life
Known from the dawn of time
RE-SPECT, walk.."
Zim, shrugged, he'd heard worse music than this, and it was a hell of a lot better than Gretchen's voice. Abruptly, the music was cut off. Zim looked over at Gretchen, who was still next to him, holding the headphones. She looked slightly annoyed now and leaned over to put the headphones back on their owner's head. When they were placed on the girl's ears, hastily she stopped grooving.
"Who took my headphones?!"
Talk about a delayed reaction.
"Zim has no tolerance for your ignorance! LEAVE ME!"
Gretchen sighed again, "I want to help you."
Without hesitation, Zim shoved her out of the seat, leaving her flat on her butt in the seat aisle.
"I warned you!" He shouted, shaking his fist. Gretchen dusted herself off and retreated to her first seat. Zim glared at her, she opened her Bible nonchalantly and began reading again. 'WIERDO' Thought Zim, frustrated. 'Zim needs no help; Zim is great of all things! How DARE she treat the Zim like some mediocre HUMAN?!?' He huffed and growled to himself, then practically jumping out of his skin when a another loud 'SPLAT!' hit his window.
"CURSE YOUU!!"
WOW that was stupid! Oh well R+R anyways! Did ya spot me?? Didja didja didja?? If you think you spotted me, leave a review and let me know! This mainly is based on who can tell me first, so whoever gets it first is added to the story, if there's a few other people who got it right to I will make 2nd place 3rd.. etc. For the winner I will need: Name: Appearance: Personality traits:
You may add a few other stuff too but that's jus the basics k? k. Peace.