Rejection
Chapter Two
The girl stood at the front of the glass, glancing around the room. Finally, she looked straight ahead.
"My name is Libby. I suggest you all just leave me alone, and we'll get along fine."
She casually walked to the empty desk behind Dib, and sat there. Libby apparently recognized him, because on her way to the desk she had given him more than one death-glare. Dib tried to concentrate on the terrifying subject Ms. Bitters had assigned a report on, but it was to no avail. He couldn't stop thinking about Libby for some reason, her accent, her eyes, and it was beginning to disturb him.
"I cannot put up with this any longer!" Zim shouted suddenly. He stood on the desk, pointing at Libby, who didn't seem to notice anything. He ran across the desks until he was standing on Libby's desk.
"TAK! You have returned to torment ZIM! Why do you torment meee?"
"Tak? Who is this Tak?"
"Libby doesn't even resemble Tak, Zim," Dib snapped. "Besides, Tak's accent wasn't as nice- I mean, as heavy as Libby's."
He sort of withdrew, in order to avoid anything Libby might say, but it was doubtful she even heard. Instead, she was preoccupied with glaring at Zim.
"Tak, you will never, ever win! I am ZIM! Almighty ZIM!"
"First of all, get off my desk," snapped Libby. "Second of all, I am not this Tak girl, nor am I associated with whoever she is. I suggest you leave me alone."
By now, the whole class was staring right at Zim.
"Zim, shut up," Brian said. "Tak moved back, remember? You're such a weirdo."
"Weirdo? Zim is no weirdo! I am a normal human worm-baby just like the rest of you, Libby included."
Faster than you could say "stupidity", Libby had knocked Zim off her desk and stomped on him rather hard several times.
"AAARRGHHH! MY SQUEEDLY-SPOOCH!"
"Do not insult me. This Tak person is gone, and I am not her."
She kicked him for good measure, then sat back down and resumed doing her schoolwork.
"And that, class," hissed Ms. Bitters, "is a perfect example of why you're all doomed. Go home now!"
Because of Zim's outburst, no one had realized that the bell had rung several minutes ago. They all picked up their books and left, leaving Zim twitching on the floor. Libby left after everyone else did, stepping on Zim as she left. Dib followed her.
"Uh, Libby, right? That was, well, cool the way you attacked Zim. You see, he's one of my mortal enemies and he's an alien and stuff."
Libby turned to Dib, and smiled, surprising him.
"I feel good about how today went," she said, and walked off.
The girl stood at the front of the glass, glancing around the room. Finally, she looked straight ahead.
"My name is Libby. I suggest you all just leave me alone, and we'll get along fine."
She casually walked to the empty desk behind Dib, and sat there. Libby apparently recognized him, because on her way to the desk she had given him more than one death-glare. Dib tried to concentrate on the terrifying subject Ms. Bitters had assigned a report on, but it was to no avail. He couldn't stop thinking about Libby for some reason, her accent, her eyes, and it was beginning to disturb him.
"I cannot put up with this any longer!" Zim shouted suddenly. He stood on the desk, pointing at Libby, who didn't seem to notice anything. He ran across the desks until he was standing on Libby's desk.
"TAK! You have returned to torment ZIM! Why do you torment meee?"
"Tak? Who is this Tak?"
"Libby doesn't even resemble Tak, Zim," Dib snapped. "Besides, Tak's accent wasn't as nice- I mean, as heavy as Libby's."
He sort of withdrew, in order to avoid anything Libby might say, but it was doubtful she even heard. Instead, she was preoccupied with glaring at Zim.
"Tak, you will never, ever win! I am ZIM! Almighty ZIM!"
"First of all, get off my desk," snapped Libby. "Second of all, I am not this Tak girl, nor am I associated with whoever she is. I suggest you leave me alone."
By now, the whole class was staring right at Zim.
"Zim, shut up," Brian said. "Tak moved back, remember? You're such a weirdo."
"Weirdo? Zim is no weirdo! I am a normal human worm-baby just like the rest of you, Libby included."
Faster than you could say "stupidity", Libby had knocked Zim off her desk and stomped on him rather hard several times.
"AAARRGHHH! MY SQUEEDLY-SPOOCH!"
"Do not insult me. This Tak person is gone, and I am not her."
She kicked him for good measure, then sat back down and resumed doing her schoolwork.
"And that, class," hissed Ms. Bitters, "is a perfect example of why you're all doomed. Go home now!"
Because of Zim's outburst, no one had realized that the bell had rung several minutes ago. They all picked up their books and left, leaving Zim twitching on the floor. Libby left after everyone else did, stepping on Zim as she left. Dib followed her.
"Uh, Libby, right? That was, well, cool the way you attacked Zim. You see, he's one of my mortal enemies and he's an alien and stuff."
Libby turned to Dib, and smiled, surprising him.
"I feel good about how today went," she said, and walked off.
