False Hopes

Disclaimer: ::yawn:: STILL don't own Invader Zim, still can't sue me.

Note: I got the idea of the schedule in the auditorium of this chapter from an RP I did with Icy, check out her STUFF, she's icy-blue-kirby methinks.

Chapter Three: All Freshmen to the Auditorium!

Smiling as Zim walked in front of me I could tell that he was angry that I won. But I didn't care, I hadn't won anything between us in ages! He's gotten much sneakier over the years and he's been hard to read. It used to be I could read his every move, I swear he was so predictable. But I guess the more you know your enemy the more you know ALL about them, even how to avoid them and trick them. Oh well, it won't matter when I finally expose him! Then everyone will understand I'm not crazy, and maybe believe my other ideas too! Yes.that'll be the day.

I smile as I walk up the long stone steps and gaze in awe at the skool. I didn't care if it made it obvious I was a freshman, I made it! The skool was huge, three stories and god knows how many kids. Someone's bound to be smart enough to see through Zim's pitiful disguise. Tak will be harder to expose.

I smile again at the thought of Tak. I looked around for her but couldn't see her. Sighing, I looked up at the loud speaker as a rusty voice made an announcement.

"All Freshmen please report to the auditorium, I repeat, all freshmen report to the auditorium NOW to get your doomful schedules that will tell you what miserable classes you will have for the rest of the miserable skool year! AND TRY NOT TO GET YOUR STINKIN FILTH ALL OVER THE SEATS!" and that was the announcement. I smirk since it reminded me a lot of my elementary teacher, Ms. Bitters.

Shuddering as I remembered Ms. Bitters I made it to the auditorium without haste. There were a flock of kids following me as I was among the first. They looked at me nervously since I dressed so different. I guess they figured I was the kind of kid that would bring the gun to skool or do something psycho like that, just because I wore a trench coat. I smiled trying not to laugh out loud at this. I know I won't do anything like that, but in a weird way it's nice to think that they think that. Who knows, maybe they'll respect me if they think I'll crack at any moment than that. But know, I know better. If I do crack they'll put me back in the insane asylum for boys again. Shuddering as I remembered that place I frowned and hoped I wouldn't have to go back for a long time.

Yes, I said back. When I was 11 I was placed in there declared crazy because I saw horrifying demons from another dimension. No, I'm not crazy, I really saw them. They were after my head 'cause they thought it was my head was big (which it's not!) so they kidnapped me trying to use me, and my head as a key to go into our world. Luckily I managed to drag Zim into the situation and he reluctantly saved me. It was not the first time he would save me oddly enough. He often reluctantly saved me from Tak, just so she wouldn't win. And occasionally Tak would save me from Zim so he wouldn't win either. It was like I was a trophy for those two, since both were trying to rule the world and I was the only one who knew and tried to stop them. And I tried to stop Zim, and Zim caught me, Tak would save me. And vise-versa if I was trying to stop Tak. It was a mutual understanding we each had of each other, and it was hard for me since I was trying to stop both of them. But hey, someone has to be the hero. It was especially hard for me to stop Tak, how can you hurt the one you love? But I remind myself she'll kill me and all the mankind if I don't, but I still feel guilty every time I do stop her.

Finally I step into the large auditorium. The auditorium was large and had a balcony. The seats were covered with red velvet linings and the stage in the front was rather large with big red curtains draping over the side. Moving to the furthest seat in the front row, I quickly take my seat and sigh as I put my backpack beside my feet on the floor. There was a loud mummer of voices as people talked. I could only here glimpses of conversations of the people around me as I watched the stage eagerly.

"Like oh my god how was your summer?" I heard a prep say behind me to a jock.

"uhh.awesome?" He replied like an idiot.

Sighing I leaned over my arm to look behind me for Tak. Finally, I saw her. She was in the first seat in the balcony looking mad. I smiled dreamily at her. She looked down at me with narrowed eyes and I gulped and smiled innocently then quickly looked away, not wanting to give her any ideas how I really felt about her.

After about ten minutes....but what seemed forever, a rather chubby man around the age of 40 walked up to the stage. He walked up to a podium that was in the center, as some teachers and the principal and other faculty sat in some chairs behind the podium. He raised his hand in the air and quickly the students hushed. Zim's voice could be heard as he finished his conversation "My summer was the bestest summer EVER! Anyone who tells you different will face the furry of ZIM!"

I roll my eyes and return my attention back to the stage.

"Now students, quite down please, that's right, quite down NOW!" He hissed threateningly.

'Huh,' I thought, 'he should get together with Ms. Bitters.'

Quickly the halls began to fill with silence, a few wheezing sounds could be heard but that was it.

"Now class of 2007, yes that's you Freshmen, I hope we all had a good summer of doom. It's a shame you kids ruined it for us teachers by returning to skool. None of the less, you are here and we are here and we will fill your horrible heads with knowledge of doom. Oh the doom! So, when I call your names, you will QUICKLY step onto the stage, walk over to me, and I will hand your filthy hands your schedule. Then you will QUICKLY walk off the stage and go to your first period. Understand? Welcome to the skool of doom. Right then, first on the list is..uh.... Jimmy Anderson."

A small boy came up and did as he was told. The man read the names through the alphabet until he came to - "Zim uh...no last name I suppose, just Zim."

"Zim needs no last inferior name! I AM ZIM! BOW TO ME MEATBAGS!" A few of the jocks and other poplar's actually bowed to him! My jaw dropped in amazement and horror. He snickered muttering "fools" under his breath and looks at me as he was about to step on the stage "You'll join them soon enough DIB!"

My eyes widened and quickly glared. "ME? No never!"

He just laughed and walked up the stage. The man was glaring at him with hateful eyes and sighed handing him the schedule. Zim smiled as he took it and shoved the man aside the podium and adjusted the microphone as if he was about to speak.

I raised an eyebrow skeptically. Was this some kind of joke? Or an evil trick, another one of his stupid plans? I glared at him and looked up at Tak. She looked just as clueless. I looked back at Zim worriedly.

---------------------- ---------------------------- wohoo that was FUN to write! Yes nothing to cure a Sunday's boredom like writing everyone's favorite fanfic eh? Well thanks do DoomDib777 for r/ring! YAY I gotz a review! Sorry for the misspells in the other chapters and this one, it's just my "stlye" I suppose, Oh well no reason to start -another- war over it..hehe.::shifty eyes and decides to end the fic while it's still decent:: Oh just one more thing: SHAMELESS PROMOTION TIME! Read my other story: Insomnia Blues, or check out my other account: Ces for more stories of doom! HURRAY FOR DOOM!