*cheers* Yay! I "finally" did the second chapter! O_o; Can I have a moose?
Cuz I really want one! ^_^;
Dib sat in class, absent-mindedly twirling his scissors on his finger, while his teacher, Mrs. Bitters, sat at her desk talking about doom. Besides this, the room was dead silent. The door suddenly creaked open, breaking the silence, and causing Dib to snap out of his trance and accidentally fling his scissors at someone's head. "Eh.Sorry about that!" he squeaked, as he looked over to see the other kid glaring at him as he tried to pull the scissors out of his forehead; which was currently gushing blood.
When he looked back at the door, a girl was standing there. She was about 12, and tall for her age. She had long black hair, with pale violet highlights, and peridot green eyes, which were carelessly splashed with specks of amber. She just stood there, for a good five minutes, grinning at the class like a Cheshire cat, waiting for the teacher to notice her. When the girl noticed that Mrs. Bitters was still completely oblivious to her, she impatiently walked up to the desk, and glared at the teacher.
The whole class gasped at this, for no one had EVER even dared to try this stunt, for they knew that the penalty would be a high one, and they weren't willing to take that risk.
The teacher suddenly stopped her chants of "doom" and hissed at the girl. "Who the hell are you?" the teacher hissed, glaring at her. "I," said the girl, not really giving a damn about how the teacher was acting towards her, "Am a new student, and for all of you that don't know, my name is Samara" (yeah, I know I got her name from The Ring, I cheat! ^_^) she smirked at her new classmates, and started to walk towards them. She then took a newly vacant seat at the front of the room. Zim and Dib stared suspiciously at Samara, wondering why she suddenly appeared out of thin air.
At lunch that afternoon, Samara sat down at a random table, which was where the "popular" kids sat. As soon as she sat down, however, everyone randomly backed away, for she was a "new" kid and wasn't "cool" enough to sit at their table. Samara shrugged, "Assholes, I didn't want to sit with you anyways!" she glared at them viciously and quietly ate her food. As she ate, she felt like someone was watching her, so she turned around, and found she was right; Dib had been watching her for awhile, and now he was slowly walking over to her table. "What do you want?" she asked, obviously thinking he must be popular too, and that he had come to make fun of her.
"Uh.I just wanted to ask you something." he stammered, Samara relaxed and let out an inward sigh, at least it's just a question, she thought. "I was wondering, why did you come to our skool, I mean, its not like it's very interesting.well, except for HIM." Dib glared at an isolated table across the cafeteria, where a strange little green boy was sitting, pretending to eat his lunch. Samara gave a mocking laugh at the pathetic sight, and asked, "Who is 'HE'?" and she burst into a fit of giggles. Zim glared at them as they laughed, not finding the situation the least bit funny.
"Well," Dib said, "'HE' is an alien." He said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "Heh, I see what you mean.I mean, what kind of kid is green?" they mockingly thought this over for a minute, and finally Dib stammered, "Zim?" and they started laughing once again. For the rest of the class, they discussed their beliefs and how close they had come to uncovering something really big, and how no one had ever really believed them. Finally, after about two and a half hours of sitting on their asses listening to Mrs. Bitters raving on about doom, the crazy old lady, until they thought they were going to explode. Then came that wonderful, joyous moment when the bell rang, and they were all freed from the hellish prison. As they packed up to go home, Samara walked over to Dib, and slapped a piece of paper down on his desk. It was a small piece of paper that seemed to have been folded into its smallest possible form.
He watched as she left, then quickly finished getting his books and waited outside for his scary little sister, so they could get home ASAP (haha I'm lazy and refuse to write ASAP out, aren't I a bitch?) and read the note.
As they walked home, Gaz spotted the paper, because her Gameslave was out of batteries at the moment. "What's that not Dib?" she asked, even though she really wasn't interested, but slightly bored without her video games. "Oh.um, nothing! It's just a blank piece of paper!" he tried to sound like he was telling the truth, but it was no match for her ability to tell when people were afraid of something. "Haha Dib, give it to me, it's 'obviously' something, or else you wouldn't try to keep it away for me.you're usually extremely eager to share your useless alien shit with me." she was getting annoyed, and Dib knew it, but he wasn't willing to give in that easily, "Fine. You can have this other pretty piece of paper! See! It's even your favorite color! Pink! And.it's scented!" at this, she turned to him, snarling like a rabid animal, and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with surprising strength, for she didn't look strong at all. "Don't.piss.me off.Dib!" and she flung him across the street, and watched as he slammed into the ground with a sickening crack.
o_O; Oh, and if anyone likes the story, I can e-mail it to you cuz I know how you all HATE to go to fanfiction.net and read it! ^_^; see? Aren't I nice? I offer to let you be lazy and read it from your e-mail! O_o; I really am a scary person.Oh well! ^_^ just gimmie your e-mail if you're interested.
~ Me
Dib sat in class, absent-mindedly twirling his scissors on his finger, while his teacher, Mrs. Bitters, sat at her desk talking about doom. Besides this, the room was dead silent. The door suddenly creaked open, breaking the silence, and causing Dib to snap out of his trance and accidentally fling his scissors at someone's head. "Eh.Sorry about that!" he squeaked, as he looked over to see the other kid glaring at him as he tried to pull the scissors out of his forehead; which was currently gushing blood.
When he looked back at the door, a girl was standing there. She was about 12, and tall for her age. She had long black hair, with pale violet highlights, and peridot green eyes, which were carelessly splashed with specks of amber. She just stood there, for a good five minutes, grinning at the class like a Cheshire cat, waiting for the teacher to notice her. When the girl noticed that Mrs. Bitters was still completely oblivious to her, she impatiently walked up to the desk, and glared at the teacher.
The whole class gasped at this, for no one had EVER even dared to try this stunt, for they knew that the penalty would be a high one, and they weren't willing to take that risk.
The teacher suddenly stopped her chants of "doom" and hissed at the girl. "Who the hell are you?" the teacher hissed, glaring at her. "I," said the girl, not really giving a damn about how the teacher was acting towards her, "Am a new student, and for all of you that don't know, my name is Samara" (yeah, I know I got her name from The Ring, I cheat! ^_^) she smirked at her new classmates, and started to walk towards them. She then took a newly vacant seat at the front of the room. Zim and Dib stared suspiciously at Samara, wondering why she suddenly appeared out of thin air.
At lunch that afternoon, Samara sat down at a random table, which was where the "popular" kids sat. As soon as she sat down, however, everyone randomly backed away, for she was a "new" kid and wasn't "cool" enough to sit at their table. Samara shrugged, "Assholes, I didn't want to sit with you anyways!" she glared at them viciously and quietly ate her food. As she ate, she felt like someone was watching her, so she turned around, and found she was right; Dib had been watching her for awhile, and now he was slowly walking over to her table. "What do you want?" she asked, obviously thinking he must be popular too, and that he had come to make fun of her.
"Uh.I just wanted to ask you something." he stammered, Samara relaxed and let out an inward sigh, at least it's just a question, she thought. "I was wondering, why did you come to our skool, I mean, its not like it's very interesting.well, except for HIM." Dib glared at an isolated table across the cafeteria, where a strange little green boy was sitting, pretending to eat his lunch. Samara gave a mocking laugh at the pathetic sight, and asked, "Who is 'HE'?" and she burst into a fit of giggles. Zim glared at them as they laughed, not finding the situation the least bit funny.
"Well," Dib said, "'HE' is an alien." He said as if this were the most obvious thing in the world. "Heh, I see what you mean.I mean, what kind of kid is green?" they mockingly thought this over for a minute, and finally Dib stammered, "Zim?" and they started laughing once again. For the rest of the class, they discussed their beliefs and how close they had come to uncovering something really big, and how no one had ever really believed them. Finally, after about two and a half hours of sitting on their asses listening to Mrs. Bitters raving on about doom, the crazy old lady, until they thought they were going to explode. Then came that wonderful, joyous moment when the bell rang, and they were all freed from the hellish prison. As they packed up to go home, Samara walked over to Dib, and slapped a piece of paper down on his desk. It was a small piece of paper that seemed to have been folded into its smallest possible form.
He watched as she left, then quickly finished getting his books and waited outside for his scary little sister, so they could get home ASAP (haha I'm lazy and refuse to write ASAP out, aren't I a bitch?) and read the note.
As they walked home, Gaz spotted the paper, because her Gameslave was out of batteries at the moment. "What's that not Dib?" she asked, even though she really wasn't interested, but slightly bored without her video games. "Oh.um, nothing! It's just a blank piece of paper!" he tried to sound like he was telling the truth, but it was no match for her ability to tell when people were afraid of something. "Haha Dib, give it to me, it's 'obviously' something, or else you wouldn't try to keep it away for me.you're usually extremely eager to share your useless alien shit with me." she was getting annoyed, and Dib knew it, but he wasn't willing to give in that easily, "Fine. You can have this other pretty piece of paper! See! It's even your favorite color! Pink! And.it's scented!" at this, she turned to him, snarling like a rabid animal, and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground with surprising strength, for she didn't look strong at all. "Don't.piss.me off.Dib!" and she flung him across the street, and watched as he slammed into the ground with a sickening crack.
o_O; Oh, and if anyone likes the story, I can e-mail it to you cuz I know how you all HATE to go to fanfiction.net and read it! ^_^; see? Aren't I nice? I offer to let you be lazy and read it from your e-mail! O_o; I really am a scary person.Oh well! ^_^ just gimmie your e-mail if you're interested.
~ Me