ZIM was at school, sitting at his desk, hands folded, sitting properly,
just staring forward at the board, waiting for class to start. Crumbled
paper balls were being thrown and paper airplanes flew around as the room
buzzed with chatter.
"ZIM," he heard someone say. Looking up, he expected to see DIB, but instead, there stood LIN.
"LIN! What are you doing here? You're at my school!"
"Yes, I know. I go here now."
ZIM looked around, frantically. "You can't go here!"
"I can," she said, sitting down in the seat beside him, "and I am."
ZIM sunk in his chair.
When class started, LIN passed ZIM a neatly folded note. He glared at her and handed it back. Just then, the teacher came up, and grabbed the note from LIN's hands.
"ZIM, passing notes, I see? Why don't we read this to the class?" He unfolded the note, read it to himself, and smirked, then read it aloud. "I think you're cute."
ZIM blushed as the teacher looked to LIN. "Class, this is LIN. She is a new student, and obviously one of interest to our friend here, ZIM. I'd like for you all to make her feel welcome.. But not too welcome," he said, looking to ZIM.
ZIM laid his head down on his desk, sighing deeply. What had he done to deserve this?
After class, ZIM met LIN at her locker. "What was that for?"
"I was being honest."
"What?"
"I think you're cute," she said simply, and walked off.
Moments later, ZIM found another note in his locker. It read, "Meet me at the playground after school."
"ZIM," he heard someone say. Looking up, he expected to see DIB, but instead, there stood LIN.
"LIN! What are you doing here? You're at my school!"
"Yes, I know. I go here now."
ZIM looked around, frantically. "You can't go here!"
"I can," she said, sitting down in the seat beside him, "and I am."
ZIM sunk in his chair.
When class started, LIN passed ZIM a neatly folded note. He glared at her and handed it back. Just then, the teacher came up, and grabbed the note from LIN's hands.
"ZIM, passing notes, I see? Why don't we read this to the class?" He unfolded the note, read it to himself, and smirked, then read it aloud. "I think you're cute."
ZIM blushed as the teacher looked to LIN. "Class, this is LIN. She is a new student, and obviously one of interest to our friend here, ZIM. I'd like for you all to make her feel welcome.. But not too welcome," he said, looking to ZIM.
ZIM laid his head down on his desk, sighing deeply. What had he done to deserve this?
After class, ZIM met LIN at her locker. "What was that for?"
"I was being honest."
"What?"
"I think you're cute," she said simply, and walked off.
Moments later, ZIM found another note in his locker. It read, "Meet me at the playground after school."