Chaotic Orchid Angel
Never Could Have Been Worse
Rated: R
Disclaimer: Don't own it. Don't want the responsibility.
NEVER COULD HAVE BEEN WORSE
Chapter One
It was dark and warm. She was alone. Good. As long as no one was around, she would be safe. Her feeling of security wouldn't last long. The voices were coming. They were soft at first. No more than a whisper. It sounded like the soft caress of a lover whispering in her ear. Soon it became louder and harsher. The whispers turned into screams. They were screaming at her! The shrieks of obscenities and threats permeated her senses. Then it was silent. She fell to the ground, clutching at her head and sighing in relief. Her torment refused to end there. She heard a giggle, followed by a snicker.
"Stop it," she commanded, but the giggling continued. It was soon followed by full-fledged laughter. It grew to be an unbearable cacophony that rang through her mind.
"Stop it!" she screamed. "Leave me alone!"
It merely continued and she was powerless to stop it. She began to cry and scream out, anything to take her mind away from the laughing.
She screamed a high loud pitch and jolted to consciousness.
A dream. It was only a dream. The same dream that had been haunting her for years. She caught her breath, feeling her heart pound in her chest. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the clock beside her bed. 3:26 a.m. Only four hours before she had to get up for skool. She sighed and sank back down into the sheets. She closed her eyes but sleep refused to come.
'Another perfect beginning to another perfect day,' she thought.
Dib sat at the table drinking a glass of juice while waiting for his sister to come downstairs. He glanced at the clock. 7:45. They were going to be late for skool.
"Gaz! What are you doing, we're going to be late! I have to get there before Zim does!"
"Be Quiet!" she screeched from upstairs. "I'm on my way down."
Satisfied, he returned to his breakfast. He heard a growl behind him and turned around.
"Are you ready?" Gaz asked impatiently. Dib took a moment to look over her choice of attire.
"You're wearing that to skool?' he asked dubiously.
"What's wrong with it?" she countered.
"It's just that… well…" he dropped off. She was wearing a black dress. Not her usual black jumper with her black overcoat but a real black dress. A very tight black dress that left nothing to the imagination. Over the years, Gaz had grown to be an exceptionally beautiful young woman. She had grown taller and her flesh had rounded out into lovely curves. She had let her violet hair grow and it just touched the middle of her back. With her pale, unblemished skin, she was a knockout.
Seeing that Dib was at a loss of words, she used it to her advantage and walked out the door, grabbing her black overcoat on the way.
During the car ride to skool, Dib asked her once more. "Why are you dressed like that?'
She looked out the window. "Since when do you care what I wear?"
Dib was surprised at her tone. She was quiet, and her voice held none of the rancor she usually spoke with.
"I don't," he defended. "It's just a not what I'm used to see you wearing."
"This may come as a surprise Dib, but people can change without your permission. I doesn't mean that we're all aliens."
He frowned. Something still wasn't right. He was silent for a short while.
"You look nice Gaz."
"Whatever."
The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.
Gaz sat in her classroom, bored out of her mind. As her teacher droned on about polyalgorithmic equations, she let her mind wander. She was trying to appear oblivious to the stares her classmates gave her and oblivious to the whispers they made.
"Why is she dressed like that today?"
"I dunno, maybe she's embracing her inner slut."
"I think she looks kinda nice, in a gothic dominatrix bitch sort of way."
"Heh heh, I always knew you had a thing for her!"
"Hell no, the only thing I would want to do with her is fuck. I'll bet she's great at it!"
"Sure, right before she bites your dick off and sucks your blood."
"Yeesh, that's one way to kill a good fantasy… I dunno, maybe you're right. She's just a whore that spreads disease. She's a freak and she'll always be a freak. "
"Dude! Shut up, Mr. Faust is looking straight at us!"
She could feel the tears well up in her eyes but refused to let them fall. She could handle the pain. She had handled it her entire life. Soon it wouldn't matter. Soon they would be nothing, just like she was to them.
The bell rang signaling the end of the period and the start of lunch. She made her way to her locker and grabbed her lunch bag. She walked to the cafeteria alone and sat at what had been designated 'her table'. It was in the back, away from the rest of the students in a dark corner. She pulled out her sandwich and began to eat when she heard the chair next to her squeak. She looked up to see Dib munching on a muffin, watching Zim from the corner of his eye.
"You aren't going to throw that at him again are you? Because if you are, I will disown you." She muttered.
"He's up to something, I know it!"
"He's always up to something, but you're too stupid to realize that he's too stupid to pull it off. You make me sick sometimes!"
"There's the Gaz I know and love!" he cried out loudly, forcing the entire student population to turn and stare at them.
Gaz 's eyes nearly popped from their sockets when he wrapped his arms around her in a giant hug.
"GET OFF ME!!!!"
The rest of the students shrugged and returned to their food. Typical day at skool.
After lunch, Dib went to his astronomy class and made a fool out of himself, while Gaz had gym. Of all the classes she hated, this one held the majority of her contempt. She changed her clothes into the regulation gym uniform. She walked into the gym and saw that the Harpy Squad had arrived before her.
Ms. Sours, the gym teacher came in and began to shout out instructions.
"Today we will begin the great sport of basketball. I'm sure many of you will try your hardest… not to break your nails. Now, I will appoint team captains and from then, the captains will choose the rest of the team."
Needless to say, the two most popular girls made team captains and elected their best friends for the team. Gaz was left to sit on the bench. Not that she cared. Who in their right mind would engage in a physical activity with those harpies? She watched as they fumbled around and smirked when one of them would fall after being checked. Maybe this class wasn't too bad.
"Membrane, get on the court!" Ms. Sours called.
Spoke too soon.
The harpies giggled as Gaz made her way to the court. She was chosen to face off with the queen of the harpies, Zeeta.
Zeeta was actually decent at basketball, this might prove to be a challenge.
The ball was tossed and the girls jumped to catch it. Gaz made contact first and tossed to ball to the nearest girl who was open. She happened to be Zeeta's best friend and she couldn't catch to save her life. The ball smacked her in the face and immediately, all hell broke loose.
The girl started to scream in pain and clutched at her nose protectively. The other girls rushed to her side and began to fawn over her. Zeeta turned to Gaz and began to tear into her.
"Gaz you freaky bitch! You did that on purpose! If you broke her nose I'm gonna kick your ass!"
Gaz gave her The Look. Zeeta quivered a bit and went back to her friend.
Ms. Sours ran over to check the scene.
"Leena, the purpose of basketball is to catch the ball with your hands. Go get some ice and get out. Everyone else, hit the showers!"
"Ms. Sours, aren't you going to reprimand Gaz?" Zeeta whined.
"That is none of your concern Zeeta, now hit the showers!"
She walked away, not before sending a nasty look to Gaz on her way out. Gaz shrugged and went to get her things. When she arrived in the locker room, she found all of her things sprawled in a pile outside her locker. The girls around her ignored her but carried self-satisfied looks on their faces. Gaz picked up her things and proceeded to get dressed.
The rest of her day when on without a hitch, just the normal taunts and hisses made in her direction. The only real difference was the attention she received from the boys. They all stared at her as if they had never seen a woman with breasts before. The shock on their faces was almost worth all the teasing that she had received earlier. Not that she cared of course. She dressed for herself and no one else. The last bell of the day rang and she gathered her books and went outside to meet Dib. With the horrors of skool set to a halt, the horrors of home were about to begin.
