Greetings horrible fools! I is Little Loser, writing my first fic….EVER! I am amazing, yes? I wrote a songfic on the JTHM, but decided to try Invader Zim fiction as well (because this show ROX). I know this story sucks. So, there is no need to yell at me in reviews.
Today has actually been a good day. I laughed. It made up for a crappy week. I have no friends. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
Dedication: I dedicate this piece of shit to my "friends," who call me stuck up behind my back and ditch me. I especially want to thank my "friend," Kurbus, who, after years of being a Zim fan, decided to switch to more "normal" shows. Hear that, Kurbus? You freak. Face the wrath of ME! You bastard. You see how happy I am? Heh…it makes a good writing tool.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am just a pathetic wannabe author who has no life as of now. On to the story. Please don't kill me.
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As I Have Suffered
Dib felt something crash against the side of his face, causing his glasses to fall off onto the ground. He tumbled along with the force of the blow. Unfortunately, he landed on top of his glasses. They shattered with a sickening crunch.
"Oh shit," Dib muttered, examining the damage of his glasses.
"Ooh," the crowd chimed. They laughed at his pain. Not one even attempted to help him.
Dib looked up to see a green blur standing over him, holding a ball in his gloved hand. "Pathetic human! You cannot withstand the power of Zim's amazingness!" He laughed; a deep, echoing laugh that sent chills up Dib's spine. He watched as the green blur that was his enemy walk away.
He stood up, brushing off the dirt and broken glass from his trench coat. "Whoever said High Skool was fun needs to be hanged," Dib murmured bitterly, pulling a spare pair of glasses from his backpack. He had barely managed to survive his freshman year, and being a sophomore wasn't any better. It was ironic how everybody wanted to be "adult" and start getting into relationships. Yet, no matter how "adult" they were, they still acted like children.
"Dad's going to kill me for breaking another pair of glasses."
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The bus: a horrible yellow block of scrap metal used to carry screaming children to their homes. Unfortunately, Dib had to ride the bus home.
"Why did they have to build the High Skool so fucking far from my house," he muttered to nobody in particular. The day was definitely not going well…but did it ever?
He stepped on the bus. Gaz wasn't going to be riding today. She stayed home from skool today, claiming she didn't feel well. Dib had his suspicions that she was just lying to get out of skool. Who could blame her, though? This place was a hellhole.
"Quick, sit here so Dib won't sit next to me!" someone shouted from the back of the bus. Everyone erupted in cackles, making the vehicle sound like a zoo. More insults followed.
"What a fag!"
"Seen any aliens lately?"
Dib ignored them. They weren't worth his time. Once his captured Zim, then he would be laughing at them. Then the question arose: Would he ever catch Zim? He quickly pushed it out of his mind. If he continued to think like that, then he would never be able to save the world.
"Hey, kid! Siddown!" The bus driver, a bulging man with a thousand chins, bellowed from his position at the front.
Dib decided not to argue, and found and empty seat. He already had enough enemies in life, and it would be pointless to gain another one.
A spitball flew through the air, landing on the back of Dib's head with a sick 'splat.' He pulled it off his head, disgusted at their ignorance. The entire bus began to laugh at him. The driver didn't so much as tell them to shut up.
'No one's on my side,' Dib thought helplessly. 'How am I supposed to save the world from aliens, when no one will help me?' But his question went unanswered, for the bus came to a halt at Dib's stop.
"One of these days I'll show them all," he mumbled, taking one last look at the bus as it thundered down the street, spewing exhaust into the polluted sky.
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A/N: I can already tell this story sucks. But yet I still post it? WHY? Because I wish to make you suffer, as I have suffered (heh, I had to include the title in there, didn't I?).