Zim entered school with an arrogant cocky grin on his pale green face. By
the look, Dib knew something was up, and he missed it because of the test.
He growled angrily, slamming his locker shut. Zim walked up next to Dib,
spinning the combination quickly, watching the human out of the corner of
his eye. "Something wrong?" He asked in an I-don't-care-so-don't-tell-me
tone. He swung the locker open, hitting Dib square in the face. Dib reeled
back from the hit, clutching at his forehead as Zim snickered, "Oops, I
guess you were standing to close earthanoid." Dib blinked rapidly in an
attempt to clear his blurred vision, "Watch where you open locker next
time, alien low life." He stumbled into a large solid object, still
clutching his head. Slowly, he lifted his head to see Smackie, looming
overhead. "Something wrong here, master Zim?" Smackie asked.
Smackie was three feet taller (and two wider) since the last time he had picked on Dib in elementary school. Normally, Dib avoided Smackie's type, since he had only seemed to stretch taller in the years passed. He still used glasses, and still had the scythe-like hair that the other members of high school found amusing (as well as his large head). Only one main change occurred, and that was Dib's clothing: he had dropped the paranormal look a bit and wore what basically everyone else wore. Zim, on the other hand, had made drastic changes over the years. It had become increasingly obvious that he had not grown over a period of three years, which was not human. So, after many "shorty" comments from the growing Dib, Zim locked himself down in his lab, emerging three days later three feet taller. Later, Dib learned that Zim's sudden growth spurt was actually an invention that consisted of metal, wires, a small hover device, and a rubber piggy (um, Gir decided to help). Because most humans don't have wire-looking legs, Zim had been forced to add a few adjustments to his Irken outfit, such as baggier pants, which the alien has despised since.
"How many times have I told you, Smackie?! Don't call me master Zim! Just Zim." Smackie blinked, nodded gravely, and returned to looming over Dib. "Something wrong here, Just Zim?" Zim sighed loudly, hitting his forehead, "You idiotic earth slug! No, nothing is wrong. Go!" Smackie gave Dib a warning look before stalking away. Zim pursed his lips in concentration as Dib regained his composure. "What did you do to him?"
"What?"
"Don't play innocent with me, Zim. Something is different with Smack, and it has something to do with you."
Zim barked with laughter, "Dib, Dib, Dib, don't be stupid. Nothing is wrong with him." Zim's tone suggested that Dib drop the subject at hand now, but he ignored the silent warning.
"There is and you know it. I'll find out what you did to him and stop you." Dib jutted out his lower lip as if to emphasize his point.
Zim's laughter paused as he squinted an eye, "Oh will you, Dib? This is over your head this time. Even you're to late to stop me now." He resumed his laughter before vanishing into a crowd of passing students. Dib stood frozen in place, struggling to process what Zim had just said.
"Hey, there you are Dib! Woah, what happened to your head?" He glanced up to see a familiar face walking towards him. She was one of Dib's friends, one of his closer friends. "Hey Kit, Zim banged his locker against my head. It's fine, doesn't even hurt anymore," he lied, forcing a smile. Kit crossed her arms over her chest, "That clumsy alien! I ought to pound his green flesh into the pavement!" Dib quirked an eyebrow while smiling, "Maybe later I'll help you, but right now, we're going to be late for class."
---
"And to get the variable by itself you must get it out of the denominator by multiplying its reciprocal." The teacher's voice was even and dull, his eyes not even looking at half of the students who were asleep, drooling on their desks. It was all elementary work to a superior Irken as himself. He has figured, by the way his fellow students had talked, that high school would be exceedingly hard, but being a junior, he was still waiting for it to become difficult. He yanked out a notebook, along with a pen, scribbling, 'Note to self: When I become ruler of the world, I must make the education level of this planet much harder.' He flipped through the pages of the notebook, skimming over the many "Notes to self" about when he became the ruler. His number one priority was to rid himself of Dib, then rid the world of baggy pants. An involuntary shudder passed over the alien, oh how he despised the baggy pants. They were so.baggy.
He would only have to suffer with the bagginess of the baggy pants for a little more time, because he had a new plan. A brilliant plan. Not that his other plans weren't brilliant.no, they were all brilliant! But this one, Dib wouldn't be able to foil, no, Zim had made sure of that. He clasped his gloved hands together, rubbing them while starting to crackle in anticipation. He immediately stopped laughing when the teacher and students began to stare at him. Zim cleared his throat, "I, um, caught a human disease." He said, offering a weak cough to emphasize his excuse. The teacher rolled his eyes before returning to the work at hand, as did all the students except for Dib. He quirked an eyebrow in Zim's direction, silent laughter dancing in his eyes. Zim felt his eyes narrow in anger, a growl etched upon his face.
Yes, executing Dib was the first priority when he ruled this revolting filthy planet.
Smackie was three feet taller (and two wider) since the last time he had picked on Dib in elementary school. Normally, Dib avoided Smackie's type, since he had only seemed to stretch taller in the years passed. He still used glasses, and still had the scythe-like hair that the other members of high school found amusing (as well as his large head). Only one main change occurred, and that was Dib's clothing: he had dropped the paranormal look a bit and wore what basically everyone else wore. Zim, on the other hand, had made drastic changes over the years. It had become increasingly obvious that he had not grown over a period of three years, which was not human. So, after many "shorty" comments from the growing Dib, Zim locked himself down in his lab, emerging three days later three feet taller. Later, Dib learned that Zim's sudden growth spurt was actually an invention that consisted of metal, wires, a small hover device, and a rubber piggy (um, Gir decided to help). Because most humans don't have wire-looking legs, Zim had been forced to add a few adjustments to his Irken outfit, such as baggier pants, which the alien has despised since.
"How many times have I told you, Smackie?! Don't call me master Zim! Just Zim." Smackie blinked, nodded gravely, and returned to looming over Dib. "Something wrong here, Just Zim?" Zim sighed loudly, hitting his forehead, "You idiotic earth slug! No, nothing is wrong. Go!" Smackie gave Dib a warning look before stalking away. Zim pursed his lips in concentration as Dib regained his composure. "What did you do to him?"
"What?"
"Don't play innocent with me, Zim. Something is different with Smack, and it has something to do with you."
Zim barked with laughter, "Dib, Dib, Dib, don't be stupid. Nothing is wrong with him." Zim's tone suggested that Dib drop the subject at hand now, but he ignored the silent warning.
"There is and you know it. I'll find out what you did to him and stop you." Dib jutted out his lower lip as if to emphasize his point.
Zim's laughter paused as he squinted an eye, "Oh will you, Dib? This is over your head this time. Even you're to late to stop me now." He resumed his laughter before vanishing into a crowd of passing students. Dib stood frozen in place, struggling to process what Zim had just said.
"Hey, there you are Dib! Woah, what happened to your head?" He glanced up to see a familiar face walking towards him. She was one of Dib's friends, one of his closer friends. "Hey Kit, Zim banged his locker against my head. It's fine, doesn't even hurt anymore," he lied, forcing a smile. Kit crossed her arms over her chest, "That clumsy alien! I ought to pound his green flesh into the pavement!" Dib quirked an eyebrow while smiling, "Maybe later I'll help you, but right now, we're going to be late for class."
---
"And to get the variable by itself you must get it out of the denominator by multiplying its reciprocal." The teacher's voice was even and dull, his eyes not even looking at half of the students who were asleep, drooling on their desks. It was all elementary work to a superior Irken as himself. He has figured, by the way his fellow students had talked, that high school would be exceedingly hard, but being a junior, he was still waiting for it to become difficult. He yanked out a notebook, along with a pen, scribbling, 'Note to self: When I become ruler of the world, I must make the education level of this planet much harder.' He flipped through the pages of the notebook, skimming over the many "Notes to self" about when he became the ruler. His number one priority was to rid himself of Dib, then rid the world of baggy pants. An involuntary shudder passed over the alien, oh how he despised the baggy pants. They were so.baggy.
He would only have to suffer with the bagginess of the baggy pants for a little more time, because he had a new plan. A brilliant plan. Not that his other plans weren't brilliant.no, they were all brilliant! But this one, Dib wouldn't be able to foil, no, Zim had made sure of that. He clasped his gloved hands together, rubbing them while starting to crackle in anticipation. He immediately stopped laughing when the teacher and students began to stare at him. Zim cleared his throat, "I, um, caught a human disease." He said, offering a weak cough to emphasize his excuse. The teacher rolled his eyes before returning to the work at hand, as did all the students except for Dib. He quirked an eyebrow in Zim's direction, silent laughter dancing in his eyes. Zim felt his eyes narrow in anger, a growl etched upon his face.
Yes, executing Dib was the first priority when he ruled this revolting filthy planet.