The Real ZAGR
disclaimer: Don't own Invader Zim, or Crazytown's "Butterfly" ::Cough cough, gag::
A/N: Wow! I was pretty lost on ideas! Heeeheehee! I am back in the groove! (oO) I hope!
A few weeks later...........
"And as you can see." Zim raised his hand, and the old teacher looked over at him, "Yes, Washington?"
"Er, uh, yes! What caused these huuumans, to turn against each other and fight?" Zim asked.
The old teacher blinked. "Did they dooo anything? Any lasers involved? Giant mechs? You know, the basics?" Zim put his fingers together and looked expectantly at the teacher.
The teacher looked at Zim oddly. Dib hit his head against a black journal, and let out a sigh. Sitting next to him was Torque. "Hey, crazy boy, hey, watch this."
Dib turned his head, and looked at Torque annoyed. "LIUTENANT, THAT'S A NINER NINER!" Torque shouted, from behind his giant history book.
The teacher straightened up, and looked around. "NO!!!" He pulled out an old army helmet, from under his desk, then proceeded to jump out the window.
Torque and most of the class started to laugh, and Dib let out another sigh. Torque looked over at Dib, "see, see, dude, wasn't that cool?"
"Do you even know what niner niner means?" Dib replied, not looking up.
"Uh, no, but dude, dude, he jumped out the window!"
"How fun." Dib replied sarcastically.
"Dude, your dumb."
Gaz pushed through the crowds of people, as she made her way to her locker. "Hey watch it," one girl hissed, turning around to glare at Gaz. When Gaz didn't make any move, the girl stormed after her and grabbed the gothic girl's shoulder, "hey I was talking to you beeyatch."
Gaz opened one eye, before pushing the long-nailed hand off of her shoulder. "Yo, I don't dig your rudeness." The girl remarked.
"Leave me alone, before I have to inflict some serious pain on you," Gaz threatened.
"You, little pale thing, skinny arms, I don't think so."
"Do you ever think?" Gaz questioned.
"I, what?"
Smirking, Gaz turned and walked away, pushing more people out of the way, leaving the girl dumfounded in the middle of the hall. She finally reached her crappy, yellow locker that was hidden away in a corner. Quickly spinning her combination in, before she threw it open and flung her books in. Then, she was ready for the next period, the impossible-to-fail class, lunch.
When Gaz entered the cafeteria, she turned and immediately walked over to a far corner table that was inhabited by the school's geekiest. As soon as they caught sight of her, they immediately disappeared from the table, leaving Gaz all to herself. Gaz sat down at the table, and stared at her hands, imagining she was pounding away at villains on her GS2. The table shook, as someone sat down. Not even glancing up, Gaz knew who it was.
Dib, didn't take much notice of Gaz either. Instead, he sat poking at his food, scanning the cafeteria. His eyes passed right over Zim, who seemed to be trying to fit into the jock table. Instead, his eyes went over to the center table, where most of the cheerleading squad, and a few others were sitting. There, to the right of the laughing blonde was what he was looking for. Spiky purple hair, sparkling purplish blue eyes, Dib let out a dreamy sigh.
"Uh, hi Dib."
Dib jumped, as he was knocked out his trance by the deepish voice. He turned his head, and saw a tall, pale and skinny girl standing awkwardly next to his seat.
"Hey, Gretchen, how's it going," Dib said casually.
Gretchen smiled, revealing, clear teeth, "You, left this in Social Studies."
Dib looked at her outstretched hand, which was holding his black journal, "Oh wow thanks!"
Gretchen flushed, as Dib beamed at her. "Well, that's all, I better go!" Gretchen stuttered, before she turned and hurried off.
Dib watched her, then looked back at Zita's table. Unfortunately, a huge group of admirers had flocked over, blocking any view of the girl. Dib looked over at Gaz, who was still absorbed in her imaginary game. "Gaz?"
"Dib, don't talk, I'm in my zone." Gaz replied harshly.
"But Gaz, you don't even have a game!"
Gaz turned to him, glaring, "What did you say?"
"I, uh?" Dib was interrupted, when the whole cheerleader table started to shriek.
Both the siblings looked over, and saw that a giant boom box was now placed on the once crowded lunch table. One of the girls leaned over and switched it on. "Come my lady, come come my lady. You're my butterfly Sugar. Baby."
The cheerleaders all squealed again, "It's our song!"
Gaz got up, heading for the cafeteria doors, "this music is making me sick."
Dib, didn't notice his sister departure, his eyes were securely focused on the shaking hips of Zita.
Zim, pushed past the ground that had formed around the dancers, and tried to look for a way to escape the horrid 'Earth' music. His eyes landed on the cafeteria doors, and he made his way over to them. Soon, he was in the quiet, dark halls of freedom. Zim scanned the area. The only person there was Dib's sister, who was pounding on the soda machine. "What are you doing, worm baby?" Zim demanded, striding over to her.
"I, am trying to get a soda." Gaz replied bluntly, "Now go away."
Zim, a little annoyed at her reaction, leaned against the machine beside hers, "Why do you want me to go away? Is there something your hiding? Your compressing feelings of want, aren't you?"
Gaz stopped pounding the machine, to turn to him, "No. I'm not compressing them. Zim, I want you to go away, so leave!"
"Why would I ever listen to you?!" Zim challenged, smirking.
Gaz punched the soda machine again, and a can of Grape Poop fell into the little compartment. Gaz reached down and picked it up, snapping the lid. She took a long drink, then started to head down the halls. "HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! I AM ZIM, YOU DO NOT LEAVE!!!! YOU DO NOT LEAVE ZIM!!"
Back inside the cafeteria, the song had ended, and all the girls giggled and sat back down. Gretchen, stood away in a far corner, watching Dib. His eyes were still focused on Zita, and Gretchen felt a pang in her heart. "Oh, Dib, why do you look at them so. I thought you were better than that. I know your better than that, why can't you see what is right in front of you," Gretchen whispered woefully.
"What's wrong, Gretchen!"
Gretchen jumped, as Keef popped up beside her. "Nothing," Gretchen said, turning her head away.
"It doesn't look like nothing to me! You know, you could use a hug!" Keef replied determinedly . Then, he wrapped his arms around the tall girl, and smiled.
Gretchen looked down at him uncomfortably, "could you let go of me Keef, please?"
Keef did so, "Aw, come on buddy! Smile!"
Gretchen started to step away from the red haired, cheery teen. "I need, to go, do stuff, don't follow me," she commanded, before turning and running into the crowd. "Now, alone again, I shal-ow!" Gretchen was pushed down onto the ground, as the mass of kids started to push towards the door. "OW! Hey! Watch out! Can't you see me!?"
disclaimer: Don't own Invader Zim, or Crazytown's "Butterfly" ::Cough cough, gag::
A/N: Wow! I was pretty lost on ideas! Heeeheehee! I am back in the groove! (oO) I hope!
A few weeks later...........
"And as you can see." Zim raised his hand, and the old teacher looked over at him, "Yes, Washington?"
"Er, uh, yes! What caused these huuumans, to turn against each other and fight?" Zim asked.
The old teacher blinked. "Did they dooo anything? Any lasers involved? Giant mechs? You know, the basics?" Zim put his fingers together and looked expectantly at the teacher.
The teacher looked at Zim oddly. Dib hit his head against a black journal, and let out a sigh. Sitting next to him was Torque. "Hey, crazy boy, hey, watch this."
Dib turned his head, and looked at Torque annoyed. "LIUTENANT, THAT'S A NINER NINER!" Torque shouted, from behind his giant history book.
The teacher straightened up, and looked around. "NO!!!" He pulled out an old army helmet, from under his desk, then proceeded to jump out the window.
Torque and most of the class started to laugh, and Dib let out another sigh. Torque looked over at Dib, "see, see, dude, wasn't that cool?"
"Do you even know what niner niner means?" Dib replied, not looking up.
"Uh, no, but dude, dude, he jumped out the window!"
"How fun." Dib replied sarcastically.
"Dude, your dumb."
Gaz pushed through the crowds of people, as she made her way to her locker. "Hey watch it," one girl hissed, turning around to glare at Gaz. When Gaz didn't make any move, the girl stormed after her and grabbed the gothic girl's shoulder, "hey I was talking to you beeyatch."
Gaz opened one eye, before pushing the long-nailed hand off of her shoulder. "Yo, I don't dig your rudeness." The girl remarked.
"Leave me alone, before I have to inflict some serious pain on you," Gaz threatened.
"You, little pale thing, skinny arms, I don't think so."
"Do you ever think?" Gaz questioned.
"I, what?"
Smirking, Gaz turned and walked away, pushing more people out of the way, leaving the girl dumfounded in the middle of the hall. She finally reached her crappy, yellow locker that was hidden away in a corner. Quickly spinning her combination in, before she threw it open and flung her books in. Then, she was ready for the next period, the impossible-to-fail class, lunch.
When Gaz entered the cafeteria, she turned and immediately walked over to a far corner table that was inhabited by the school's geekiest. As soon as they caught sight of her, they immediately disappeared from the table, leaving Gaz all to herself. Gaz sat down at the table, and stared at her hands, imagining she was pounding away at villains on her GS2. The table shook, as someone sat down. Not even glancing up, Gaz knew who it was.
Dib, didn't take much notice of Gaz either. Instead, he sat poking at his food, scanning the cafeteria. His eyes passed right over Zim, who seemed to be trying to fit into the jock table. Instead, his eyes went over to the center table, where most of the cheerleading squad, and a few others were sitting. There, to the right of the laughing blonde was what he was looking for. Spiky purple hair, sparkling purplish blue eyes, Dib let out a dreamy sigh.
"Uh, hi Dib."
Dib jumped, as he was knocked out his trance by the deepish voice. He turned his head, and saw a tall, pale and skinny girl standing awkwardly next to his seat.
"Hey, Gretchen, how's it going," Dib said casually.
Gretchen smiled, revealing, clear teeth, "You, left this in Social Studies."
Dib looked at her outstretched hand, which was holding his black journal, "Oh wow thanks!"
Gretchen flushed, as Dib beamed at her. "Well, that's all, I better go!" Gretchen stuttered, before she turned and hurried off.
Dib watched her, then looked back at Zita's table. Unfortunately, a huge group of admirers had flocked over, blocking any view of the girl. Dib looked over at Gaz, who was still absorbed in her imaginary game. "Gaz?"
"Dib, don't talk, I'm in my zone." Gaz replied harshly.
"But Gaz, you don't even have a game!"
Gaz turned to him, glaring, "What did you say?"
"I, uh?" Dib was interrupted, when the whole cheerleader table started to shriek.
Both the siblings looked over, and saw that a giant boom box was now placed on the once crowded lunch table. One of the girls leaned over and switched it on. "Come my lady, come come my lady. You're my butterfly Sugar. Baby."
The cheerleaders all squealed again, "It's our song!"
Gaz got up, heading for the cafeteria doors, "this music is making me sick."
Dib, didn't notice his sister departure, his eyes were securely focused on the shaking hips of Zita.
Zim, pushed past the ground that had formed around the dancers, and tried to look for a way to escape the horrid 'Earth' music. His eyes landed on the cafeteria doors, and he made his way over to them. Soon, he was in the quiet, dark halls of freedom. Zim scanned the area. The only person there was Dib's sister, who was pounding on the soda machine. "What are you doing, worm baby?" Zim demanded, striding over to her.
"I, am trying to get a soda." Gaz replied bluntly, "Now go away."
Zim, a little annoyed at her reaction, leaned against the machine beside hers, "Why do you want me to go away? Is there something your hiding? Your compressing feelings of want, aren't you?"
Gaz stopped pounding the machine, to turn to him, "No. I'm not compressing them. Zim, I want you to go away, so leave!"
"Why would I ever listen to you?!" Zim challenged, smirking.
Gaz punched the soda machine again, and a can of Grape Poop fell into the little compartment. Gaz reached down and picked it up, snapping the lid. She took a long drink, then started to head down the halls. "HEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! I AM ZIM, YOU DO NOT LEAVE!!!! YOU DO NOT LEAVE ZIM!!"
Back inside the cafeteria, the song had ended, and all the girls giggled and sat back down. Gretchen, stood away in a far corner, watching Dib. His eyes were still focused on Zita, and Gretchen felt a pang in her heart. "Oh, Dib, why do you look at them so. I thought you were better than that. I know your better than that, why can't you see what is right in front of you," Gretchen whispered woefully.
"What's wrong, Gretchen!"
Gretchen jumped, as Keef popped up beside her. "Nothing," Gretchen said, turning her head away.
"It doesn't look like nothing to me! You know, you could use a hug!" Keef replied determinedly . Then, he wrapped his arms around the tall girl, and smiled.
Gretchen looked down at him uncomfortably, "could you let go of me Keef, please?"
Keef did so, "Aw, come on buddy! Smile!"
Gretchen started to step away from the red haired, cheery teen. "I need, to go, do stuff, don't follow me," she commanded, before turning and running into the crowd. "Now, alone again, I shal-ow!" Gretchen was pushed down onto the ground, as the mass of kids started to push towards the door. "OW! Hey! Watch out! Can't you see me!?"