How DID they get acquainted?
Chapter 3: Setting Up Camp
MY GOD, I THOUGHT SHE WAS DEAD!! .;; Not dead, just.. Dormant..? I dunno.. Uh.. Yeah.. .;; Just what you didn't want, another horribly written chapter! If you're reading this, you're probably dying from boredom. Woo. Oh, wait, new info your you. New character view in this chapter, and I'm trying a different tense to see how I like it. Also, I've found that I own almost EVERYONE in this story. HA! u.u The Dib and Zim in here are MY spinoffs of JV's original characters. HURRAH. ..Or not.
Daz
Ugh, god, that was FAR too close.. I swear, as soon as Pur's hyper-mode wears off.. That other boy is probably suspicious now, and I'm pretty damn sure the green one is, at the very least, not normal. Wait, if the green one's an alien, then what about Lin's plans? Which one would take over if I wasn't here? Which one is more of a threat? Is Lin suspicious? Can either of the boys from the other class balance fourteen pencils on their nose at one time? I REALLY need a rival..
Too many questions, not enough answers.. Ms. Bitters yelled at us to find a little clearing for ourselves and set up the tents, which the Skool supplied us with. It was about 7:09pm, and this teacher also said that the Skool would be putting out something in the local paper about this, as well as an article in the skool papers, which meant a photographer was needed. Ms. Kilah and Ms. Bitters wound up choosing a girl from my class, Poe, for the job. Greeeeat.. Poe is FAR too nosy, in my opinion.. But eh, what the hell, I don't really care.. I'm thinking more about an interesting thought I just had. Does the other boy suspect Lin? Or is he just a retarded fool like the rest of the Skool-kids?
As the teachers began distributing the items, they changed their minds as teachers often do, deciding that we would be assigned spots to set up our things. Great.
Dib
Assigned sleeping areas?! That just figures.. The other teacher, Ms. Kilah, started handing out, or rather, throwing out, tents and with sleeping bags. As I waited in the crowd of kids for her to throw one in my direction, I glanced warily around, wondering where Zim and the two girls were. None of them were in sight. Unfortunately, Ms. Kilah chose that moment to throw a bag and tent at my head. I picked myself off the ground, now the laughing stock of the two classes. Stupid skool-kids, don't they realize I'm trying to SAVE THEM?! Ugh.. Scowling, I picked up the necessities, then looked up as Ms. Kilah went down the list of names. She said we would be in sections of four kids each, spread out over the large camp ground. Not exactly what I would have preferred, but at least I can do some spying. Let's see, I'm going to be on the left side of a girl named Daz, and on the right side of another girl named Lin, according to the list. I listened for Zim's name, and it turned out he would be on the right side of this Daz person. Imagine the irony of THAT, huh? It should be pretty easy to spy on the alien scumbag from my location.
I still don't know who the girls, Daz and Lin, are, though.. I quickly set up my tent, noticing none of the others in the section were present yet. Unzipping the entrance to my one room tent, I sat down on the hard, cool floor of it. I guess I'll just wait for Zim and the rest of my section-members to arrive, so I can see who the girls are. Hope they aren't cheerleaders..
Zim
Do these monkeys really expect the great ZIIIM to use such primitive methods and equipment for protection and sleeping quarters?! Pathetic, really.. I dragged the "supplies" to the section in which I would reside in, and much to my dismay, the Dib was there. Stuck with him and two other moronic human-things I didn't know and didn't wish to know? That does NOT sound like it would allow me to do something productive.. It's a good thing the Almighty Tallest chose ME to conquer such a planet; No OTHER invader would be able to complete or be worthy enough of TRYING to complete such a task. After many tries at putting together this "tent", with no help from Gir, who kept knocking it over as he ran into the side of it repeatedly, I entered the one room dwelling, and sat, waiting to see who the other section-humans were, and what I'd be stuck with.
Lin
Great, stuck with Daz and her little robot thing. AGAIN. I mean, it's just so unbearably typical and cliché..
[::shakes fist down at Lin:: SHUT UP! .O YOU TRY WRITING A STORY SOMETIME! Bitch..]
I'm also in the same section as two other kids from Ms. Bitters' class. They better not annoy me TOO much, whoever they are.. Not if they ever want to see the light of day again. Maybe I can sneak off out of this "assigned sleeping area" and, hell, climb a tree, or dig a whole, or beat my head repeatedly on the nearest rock or SOMETHING more preferable than spending the weekend with DAZ and a pair of MORONS.. Ugh..
Poe
I can't believe they chose ME to be the photographer! I LOVE photography, both as a style of art and as a form of entertainment! I took the camera from Ms. Kilah with a pleased grin.
"You have access to as many cameras as you'll need. Come to either Ms. Bitters or myself when you need another." She scowled.
I nodded, beaming, and rushed off to set up my little tent, blatantly ignoring the two stoners I was in a section with as I did so, but pausing a moment to nod a greeting to my friend Idd, who nodded back as he adjusted his shades. Once finished, I sat myself inside the little area, removing my large, old fashioned, black funeral-hat. Dragging a brush through my shoulder-length, black, rather spiky hair a few times, I thought carefully about my new responsibility as the photographer. Setting down the brush, I picked up the camera, turning it over in my hands a few times.
I knew I would have to take pictures of interesting things.. Things that would MEAN something.. Not just random things that any old photographer could get.. No.. My pictures would be special.. And dear GOD, I would have to be sure Marrisa, the stupid girl who was always following, copying, and trying to be like me, kept the HELL away from me.. It was torture, the bus-ride here, when she dragged me over to a seat next to her and proceeded to nearly talk my ears off about god knows what.
A sly grin formed on my face, as I thought suddenly of the class outcasts, one of which I would be, if people would stop trying to be like me.. Daz and Lin, I noticed they met two boys from the other class, also outcasts I guessed. Yes, they'd be PERFECT.. I can capture either the beginning of beautiful friendships, or horrible enemies made.. Or BOTH!! All I have to do is ditch that airhead Marrisa, and sneak to the next section down, where I remember Daz, Lin, and the kids from the other class have been assigned.. YES! This is EXCELLENT!
Mentally congratulating myself on an excellent idea, I quickly snuck out of my tent, camera clutched to my chest. 7:15pm on the first day, and I already have my entire weekend of photography pretty much planned..
Yae, another pointless chapter. ::fake enthusiasm:: WOOO. Review it or else.