A Horrible New Student
Miss Bitters, an old creepy-looking woman with pale skin, and gray hair, pulled back into a bun stood in front of her class. She was scowling, as usual. The door to the classroom opened, and a girl walked up to the teacher. "Class, the school board wants us to have more of you horrible, dirty children in one class, so we have a new student." The girl said nothing, which the others took, as odd. Normally, the new kid would introduce themselves. They wondered if she was just quiet. The class finally, responded, with a monotone greeting.
"Hmm, you'll need a seat. "Ah! You there," Miss Bitters walked around the room, glaring at each and every student. In turn, each child winced under her horrid gaze, hoping they wouldn't be chosen. She pointed one long, milky finger at a small kid with purple hair. "I never liked you. You get to be the transfer!" The poor child screamed, as their desk turned upside-down. When it righted itself, the student that had once occupied its seat, was gone. A shudder found its way, through the class. "There. Take your seat." Miss Bitters hissed.
Dib Membrane, son of the famous Professor Membrane was eyeing this new student. He alone noticed how funny it was, that each student they got, was weirder and weirder. Zim, our green-skinned alien in a bad disguise, was watching her, too. 'Something is very different about this new girl…' Thought Zim, as he turned in his desk to have a better view. He knew it wasn't only her look, either. Zim supposed he'd find out, in time exactly what was so…different.
Ironic as it was, her seat was almost directly next to Zim. She sat down, in the row next to his, one seat down from the first. This new student had long red hair, in a braid, which was resting on one shoulder, tied back with a black hair elastic. Her eyes were green, and she seemed to have purple eye shadow. Her skin was pale, and her ears pierced twice, and adorned with two silver earrings. Apparently, she was going for the punk look, and it suited her well. She wore a dress of blood red, with a white cross on it. The collar was black, and the sleeves were striped red and black. A chain linked from one side of her pocket to the other. Around her neck, hung, what looked like a silver dog tag. She wore pants underneath; they were stripped too, only with black and white. Her shoes were gray, and undecorated.
Unfortunately, Dib felt the same way, about this mysterious new kid. The girl scribbled something on a piece of scrap paper she'd pulled from her notebook, as Miss Bitters droned on, about the usual doom. Zim peeked over his shoulder, to see what it was. The "it", turned out to be a poem. Before he could read it, however, the bell rang and the students made their way to lunch.
The lonely new kid, sat a table, alone and pulled out a paper-bag lunch. Many watched her with curious eyes, for everyone else always had the cafeteria food, including Zim. Dib wandered over to the girl. When he took he seat, she gave him an evil death glare that almost made him back-down.
"So, you're the new kid. What's your name?"
"Kar."
"Kar…like a car?"
"Yes." She replied, her eye twitching. It appeared that she'd rather punch something than continue this pointless conversation with this big-headed boy, but he wouldn't leave.
"Why were you so late?"
"I slept in."
"I don't even know who you are, so can you please leave?" This kid was stretching her patience.
"I'm Dib."
"That's fascinating." Kar answered, sarcastically, and looking bored. She turned from this Dib-child and wrote something.
"What are you doing?"
"Writing a poem."
"Can I see?" To shut him up, Kar handed over her scrap. Written in a funny, sort of neat, slanted print, was, indeed a poem. It went as follows.
Death Day
Oh, has the world gone so wrong?
Darkness surrounds, engulfing its victims whole
Clawing and tearing, hate rages through
Claiming not the lives it has stolen past
Fear grips all, and all must bow
To the dealer of death, ruler of fate who sits above
Bow to slavery, stand and you shall fall
The darkness,
The darkness rules all
Zim, who'd been listening, unknown to the others, sniffled. It was a beautiful poem that spoke of his very conquest, to destroy the human race and make them his slaves. He decided that he must examine this Kar, thoroughly.
"Very…dark." Dib said, rather nervously. He was unsure of this girl, Kar, as he was unsure of many things, now days. Could this Kar be another alien, or was she just one of those dark loners, who hate the world? After a few days at the skool, however she was accepted by the students and faculty, as the second choice.
Dib: -walks up behind them and pokes Coda's shoulder-
Coda: Yes, Dib?
Zim: -points at Dib- Ah, the Dib-Monkey! I swear, it's the size of a hippo, that thing!
Coda: His gargantuan head? Yes, it is big.
Dib: -makes a face- My head is NOT big! Can I talk now? I want to know when I'm gunna have a bigger part in the st--
Coda: You should accept your big-headed fate, My Pet. It will please your mistress.
Dib: Wha? Your pet? My…mistress? Who's that!
Coda: Me, of course!
Dib: I'm not you're slave!
Coda: You will be in point five seconds..-counts down, and takes out notepad and writes Dib is her personal slave-
Dib: Yes, my Mistress?
Coda: Yesssss! Muhahaha! Get me a water, no, a shirly-temple. Those things are awesome!
Dib: -brings Coda soda- (ßwhich rhymes, teehee)
Zim: What? That's all I had to do? Aww, Cody! Why can't Dib be MY slave?
Coda: -smiles triumphantly- On occasion.
Zim: Excellent! Can I make him do something…now?
Coda: Yes.
Zim: Hit your big, fat head!
Dib: I hate you. –hits his head-
Everyone else: -laughs-
Coda: I don't own Invader Zim, Property of Jhonen Vasquez! Enjoy the story!
