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Invader Zim: The Invasion Commences.Now
"Can you believe how hard that test was in science? I studied for TWO hours, and I think I failed it."
"You didn't study for two hours. But I admit, it was hard. What do you think Dib? Dib? Hey Diiiiiiibbbb!"
Dib jerked at the sound of his voice. "Huh? What?"
It was lunch, a welcomed break from the grueling classes of high school. The food, or at least the lunch lady said it was food, smelled awful. Dib watched in disgust as his friend, Nak, shoveled the substance into his mouth. He practically turned green when the boy asked for his lunch.
"Sure, enjoy it." Dib said, pushing the tray towards Nak. "Yes! Thanks Dib." Dib responded with a distracted nod. His attention was on Zim, who was staring at his glob of food. Smackie seemed to be enjoying his serving, so Zim casually dumped his portion onto Smackie's. Dib wondered what an alien really ate, since Zim couldn't even touch human food. But that wasn't something he should worry about at the moment. He should be more concerned with the strange way Smackie had been acting, and the way Zim had a gloating air about him.
"Dib, what's wrong? You haven't talked at all during lunch." Dib glanced at Kit out of the corner of his glasses, "Nothings wrong. I just had a late night studying for the test."
"Oh. Well, I didn't think it was that hard. I hope I passed."
"My mom said if I failed, no more alien hunts for me." Nak spit between mouthfuls. Kit dodged the half-chewed food, once again looking at Dib. She followed his eye line to Zim, surrounded by a large group of high school students. Her thoughts drifted back to her first day in the strange new world of high school: (hint: this is a flashback!)
"Move out of my way, inferior creature!" Kit yelped as a green boy pushed her out of his way. "Hey, you, don't touch me, ZIM, ever again!" The boy yelled, making his way down the halls. Kit watched his back, a scowl on her face, while on the inside she felt like crying. It was her first day in high school, her first week in this city, and all ready she was being pushed around like a rag doll. "Don't let Zim's stupidity ruin your day." Kit glanced up to see a boy, with normal colored skin, wearing glasses, and his black hair styled in a scythe-like manner, offering his hand to her. "What?" She asked, gripping his hand, and using it as leverage to stand. "Zim, the green kid, don't let his stupidity ruin your day. He's always pushing people around. He thinks just because he's an alien, it makes him more superior than humans. Ha! He can't even stand a drop of water on his skin! How superior is that?" Kit gaped at the large-headed boy, wondering if he should be standing in the crazy-boy home instead of school. "Oh, sorry. I'm Dib, nice to meet you." He offered his hand again for a shake, but it took Kit a few moments to gather the courage to shake it. "I'm Kit."
Over three years had passed since that day. She smirked as she remembered thinking her best friend was crazy, but now she knew the truth. Dib had gathered enough evidence to make her and Nak believe Zim was an extraterrestrial. She looked up at the table where Zim sat across the lunchroom. At some point, the Irken had realized that having "friends" was important to human life, and instantly forced himself into the popular group. It didn't take long to be accepted, though Dib's theory was Zim created some zapper that forced them to like him, and have the group follow Zim's lead. Becoming popular had secured his status as human, so that no matter what Dib or his friends said, Zim would always remain just another green skinned child.
Zim's "rise in power" had also secured the fact that Dib was a permanent social outcast. Whoever associated with him was also proclaimed an outcast and was ignored as well.
Gaz had becoming angry upon hearing the news, and promptly stopped talking to her brother except when out of school. Not that it mattered much to her what others thought, but to be stuck eating with her brother at lunch all they way though high school? She'd rather smash one hundred Game slaves before that happened.
Kit sighed, three years ago she worried she wouldn't fit in, and now, she was just another outcast. "But one with a mission." Dib whispered, as if reading her thoughts. She glanced up at him; he was looking straight at her. "Yeah, one to expose that alien for the scum he is." Kit said, a smiling starting to grow. "And to have his guts spewed across a cold autopsy table!" Nak added, a grin already on his face. Dib put his hand on the middle of the table, then Kit's and Nak's. "We'll get him guys, we'll expose him!"
Zim looked over at his rival, grimacing. Dib had his hand on the table, his two friend's hands covering his. "How disgusting. And what are they yelling about?" Zim mused aloud, tapping a finger against his chin. "Smackie!"
"Yes sir?"
"Go find out what those three are talking about and report back to me."
"Yes sir!"
Invader Zim: The Invasion Commences.Now
"Can you believe how hard that test was in science? I studied for TWO hours, and I think I failed it."
"You didn't study for two hours. But I admit, it was hard. What do you think Dib? Dib? Hey Diiiiiiibbbb!"
Dib jerked at the sound of his voice. "Huh? What?"
It was lunch, a welcomed break from the grueling classes of high school. The food, or at least the lunch lady said it was food, smelled awful. Dib watched in disgust as his friend, Nak, shoveled the substance into his mouth. He practically turned green when the boy asked for his lunch.
"Sure, enjoy it." Dib said, pushing the tray towards Nak. "Yes! Thanks Dib." Dib responded with a distracted nod. His attention was on Zim, who was staring at his glob of food. Smackie seemed to be enjoying his serving, so Zim casually dumped his portion onto Smackie's. Dib wondered what an alien really ate, since Zim couldn't even touch human food. But that wasn't something he should worry about at the moment. He should be more concerned with the strange way Smackie had been acting, and the way Zim had a gloating air about him.
"Dib, what's wrong? You haven't talked at all during lunch." Dib glanced at Kit out of the corner of his glasses, "Nothings wrong. I just had a late night studying for the test."
"Oh. Well, I didn't think it was that hard. I hope I passed."
"My mom said if I failed, no more alien hunts for me." Nak spit between mouthfuls. Kit dodged the half-chewed food, once again looking at Dib. She followed his eye line to Zim, surrounded by a large group of high school students. Her thoughts drifted back to her first day in the strange new world of high school: (hint: this is a flashback!)
"Move out of my way, inferior creature!" Kit yelped as a green boy pushed her out of his way. "Hey, you, don't touch me, ZIM, ever again!" The boy yelled, making his way down the halls. Kit watched his back, a scowl on her face, while on the inside she felt like crying. It was her first day in high school, her first week in this city, and all ready she was being pushed around like a rag doll. "Don't let Zim's stupidity ruin your day." Kit glanced up to see a boy, with normal colored skin, wearing glasses, and his black hair styled in a scythe-like manner, offering his hand to her. "What?" She asked, gripping his hand, and using it as leverage to stand. "Zim, the green kid, don't let his stupidity ruin your day. He's always pushing people around. He thinks just because he's an alien, it makes him more superior than humans. Ha! He can't even stand a drop of water on his skin! How superior is that?" Kit gaped at the large-headed boy, wondering if he should be standing in the crazy-boy home instead of school. "Oh, sorry. I'm Dib, nice to meet you." He offered his hand again for a shake, but it took Kit a few moments to gather the courage to shake it. "I'm Kit."
Over three years had passed since that day. She smirked as she remembered thinking her best friend was crazy, but now she knew the truth. Dib had gathered enough evidence to make her and Nak believe Zim was an extraterrestrial. She looked up at the table where Zim sat across the lunchroom. At some point, the Irken had realized that having "friends" was important to human life, and instantly forced himself into the popular group. It didn't take long to be accepted, though Dib's theory was Zim created some zapper that forced them to like him, and have the group follow Zim's lead. Becoming popular had secured his status as human, so that no matter what Dib or his friends said, Zim would always remain just another green skinned child.
Zim's "rise in power" had also secured the fact that Dib was a permanent social outcast. Whoever associated with him was also proclaimed an outcast and was ignored as well.
Gaz had becoming angry upon hearing the news, and promptly stopped talking to her brother except when out of school. Not that it mattered much to her what others thought, but to be stuck eating with her brother at lunch all they way though high school? She'd rather smash one hundred Game slaves before that happened.
Kit sighed, three years ago she worried she wouldn't fit in, and now, she was just another outcast. "But one with a mission." Dib whispered, as if reading her thoughts. She glanced up at him; he was looking straight at her. "Yeah, one to expose that alien for the scum he is." Kit said, a smiling starting to grow. "And to have his guts spewed across a cold autopsy table!" Nak added, a grin already on his face. Dib put his hand on the middle of the table, then Kit's and Nak's. "We'll get him guys, we'll expose him!"
Zim looked over at his rival, grimacing. Dib had his hand on the table, his two friend's hands covering his. "How disgusting. And what are they yelling about?" Zim mused aloud, tapping a finger against his chin. "Smackie!"
"Yes sir?"
"Go find out what those three are talking about and report back to me."
"Yes sir!"