Zim sat at his desk, reading a book titled "Taking Over Worlds For Morons." It didn't make much sense, but it was the only thing Zim could find over this thing humans use, called the "Internet."
Ms. Bitters was yelling something about doom to the students, yet she stopped as the bell rang, signaling lunch time. Slipping the book into his PAK, Zim exited the room with the rest of the children. He was careful to walk slowly, so that he didn't have to walk with the Earth-Smellies, as Zim called them.
Zim sighed again as the hallway slowly emptied. He was so confused; the Piggy Machine 3000 had failed to destroy the Dib, and he was so far away from ruling the filthy, sad excuse for a planet. Zim let out his confusion in a song (o.O) :
"Conquering is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many plans I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my Irken fingers it does slip
Like Dib in my Invader grip
Something's here I'm not quite ruling
Though I try I keep on failing
Like my plans long since past
Ruling in an instant, failing in a flash
What does it mean? What does it mean?
Inside this base of mine
I have such a hard time
GIR keeps messing I keep guessing
How to rule this puny rock
GIR keeps eating socks!
Simple Earth-creatures, nothing more
But something's hidden through that school door
My computer told me so
But that is where I met my foe
I've read these manuals so many times
They have made me commit so many crimes
I know the pages all by heart
My head's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my Irken finger on
Or maybe it's not as hard as I have thought
So many times Dib and I have fought
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I shouldn't try so hard
Am I turning into Invader Lard?
It's simple really, very clear
Like destruction everywhere
Visible and always there
Just because I cannot fool it
Doesn't mean I cannot rule it!
You know, I think this human thing
It's not as tricky as it seems
I just need a good enough disguise
And soon the Earth will meet its demise
Their demise is not all
Soon the human race will fall
I will bring them to their doom too
And that's exactly what I'll do!
Mwahahahahahahahahahaha!"
Zim laughed as he entered the lunch room. He walked over to the line to get "food," and stared at it as he made his way to his usual seat. It looked like black muck, and smelt like a swamp. Gagging, Zim put his protective gloves on, and poked the food. He was aware of Dib's watchful eyes, but did not care. It wasn't as if he was doing anything ... yet.
Dib had brought his own lunch; a sandwich and some soda. He didn't like the skool's food, nor did his sister, Gaz. However, she did not eat much. Dib was just about to take a bite out of his sandwich when the lunch room doors opened.
A girl stepped in, hardly taller than Zim, wearing and green shirt under a see-through black vest thing. She had black pants and boots, her long brown hair moving slightly as the doors closed, the air pushing it. Everybody stared at her; Dib had even taken his eyes off of Zim. She looked around, and walked towards the very back of the room. As the eyes of the students followed her, she sat down. Soon, the students went back to eating and talking. The girl's (Tak/Mattie) eyes moved around the room, until they found Zim.
There he was, that slug of an Irken. She shook with anger as she watched him. Zim must have felt Tak's eyes on him, because he looked up at the girl. She looked away quickly, and looked at Dib. Mattie (Tak) noted that he was not eating the cafeteria food. And there was his sister, the Gaz human. She and that wretched robot GIR had damaged MiMi. Yes, she would destroy them, too. Sighing, she took out some papers with all of her plans on them. She read them, and reread them, until the bell rang, signaling them to go back to class.
As Mattie (Tak) went to Ms. Bitters class, Zim grabbed her. Pushing her up against a locker, he narrowed his eyes, threatening her.
"I'm warning you now, human," he said with pure venom. "Stay away from me, don't touch me, don't even look at me, like you did in the 'cafeteria.' If I even hear of you looking at me, I will kill you. Do you understand?"
Mattie (Tak) tried to answer without using her real voice, but it didn't work. "As long as you do not touch me, look at me, and you stay away, I will do the same." Mattie (Tak) said. Zim let her down, and walked to the class. Mattie soon followed.
Ms. Bitters allowed Mattie to introduce herself, but it was hard; she had not prepared a story. She struggled for words. "My name is T-" she almost said her real name. "Uh, Mattie. Mattie is my name. I'm from... uh... Florida, and, uh, my family and I just moved here. Yeah." She finished and took her seat.
"Now, class," Ms. Bitters said. "Today we will learn how to dissect a frog. Now then, before you send your frog to their doom," she narrowed her eyes as she said 'doom,' "you first must be pared with a partner." She looked around the room, pointing at random students.
"Brian, you and Sara. Go to the table in the back. NOW!" She said as the students ran to the back of the room. "Mattie, you and... Zim." Mattie (Tak) was horrified. So was Zim. She looked from Ms. Bitters, to Zim, to the students, and back to Zim. Sighing she walked over to Zim, and took a seat in front of him. Zim was on the verge of yelling, when he had a second thought. He knew Ms. Bitters too well, and if he yelled... Zim shuddered to think of what would happen to him. So all he did was shake his fist angrily.
He glared at Mattie, playing with the scalp in his hands. Mattie looked at Zim, then to the scalp. Zim dropped it quickly as though it had turned too hot to hold. Smirking, Mattie turned her attention to Ms. Bitters, as she gave the humans instructions.
(From Zim POV, ooohh!)
How did she do that? I had it in a firm grip, and, yet, I dropped it? How could that be? No one does that to the almighty ZIM! NO ONE! But, she did. Who else did I know that could do that? WHO? Hmm... Tak? No, it couldn't be. That girl's name was "Mattie," or something. I'll have to keep my eyes on her.
(Back to normal!)
Mattie (Tak) noted that Zim was watching her, picking up the scalp again.
"Now, students, you may begin," Ms. Bitters said. "Once you are done, bring it up to my desk, and I will give you a grade." Ms. Bitters slithered back to her seat.
Mattie and Zim started on their frog, trying their best to know what to do. Looking at it carefully, Zim started to cut the chest.
"Are you sure you cut there?" Mattie asked.
"Of course."
"How do you know?"
"Because... I am ZIM!" Zim screamed, causing the whole class to look at him. Dib shook his head, wondering when the little alien menace would stop doing that. His partner, Keef, looked as though he was about to vomit, and Dib couldn't blame him; the smell was absolutely horrid. Holding down the vomit, Dib began to cut.
Zim handed the scalp to Mattie, unable to cut anymore. She was busy watching Dib across the room, making sure he wasn't spying, and accidentally grabbed the blade of the scalp.
"Ouch!" She said as the blade cut into her skin. Her green blood poured out, and she quickly tried to hide it. She ran out of the room, holding her hand. A few minutes later she came back, her hand stitched. Zim looked at the green stain curiously, but soon went back to cutting the frog.
After they had finished, Mattie (Tak) took the frog up to Ms. Bitters and went back to her original seat. She glared around the room, then stopped to watch Zim gag. After Ms. Bitters gave them their results (most of them failed), the students gathered their things and made their way home.
Hey, I think that one was longer! Go me! Well, I decided to stop there because I didn't want two songs in one chapter. Oh, by the way, I'm gonna stop calling Tak by her real name and start calling her Mattie because that is what her fake name is now. Yeah. So unless she is out of her disguise, she's gonna be Mattie! Please read and review. I am now accepting annonymous reviews. Yay.