(Ok, back with the latest chapter…I got lazy, I didn't want to go over the competition…but next time I might lengthen that section a little bit…Anyway, blah…so yeah. Some names have been changed or edited to protect people's privacy. andalitebandit-6, well, your hypothesis is mostly correct, but I won't tell you why, sorry. And I can't answer your other question until story three…
Quoteness! – "I guess I see now where you're true loyalties lie, get out of my face, I don't ever want to see you again…" – Zak
To the story! Woosh!)
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Obeytehfist281: it's been a while
Iblouup: shut up u haf 2 get rid of Dbi
Iblouup: Dib'
Obeytehfist281: what about the tallest?
Iblouup: fck the tallest this is just u and me get rid of dib or I'll get rid of u
Iblouup: u haf until next summer if nthng is dun I will b forced 2 take control…
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Well, their first indoor competition went quite well, they got 2nd place out of 12 other lines. They Tallest were still ecstatic about the whole drumline thing and they wanted to stay. Zim agreed, but made them promise they would leave after the spring trip. (Yes, like I said, I'm lazy, and hell, I can't remember everything that happened 3 years ago!)
"Well, as we all know, the spring trip is coming up…" said Mr. Helm.
"Woo! Old York here we come!" said Beth.
"Well…not exactly…" said Mr. Helm, "That trip has been canceled…Our good President, Mr. Tree, has declared war on Upebble… (get it? Iraq, Upebble? Ok, really bad joke…)
"Aw, come on! Wha'd are we gonna do now?" whined Kat.
"Well, we're going to Shrub Gardens…Not Old York, mind you, but at least it's something." said Mr. H.
"Well, that settles it, we're SOL and JWF…" said Kat, groaning slightly.
"What?" asked Dib, who was sitting next to her.
"Shit out of luck and Jolly well fucked…" she said, sighing a little.
"But why? At least we're going somewhere…" said Dib.
"Actually…" Kat got a mischievous grin, "Roller coasters and noobs are fun…"
Dib quirked a brow and decided to leave it alone. He looked over at Zak and noticed scratches and bruisesup and down his arms and hands. "What happened?"
"Nothing…" said Zak quickly, covering up the scars. He got up and prepared for rehearsal. Dib looked on in a concerned way but otherwise followed suit.
The rehearsal went smoothly, the upcoming competition was sure to be theirs. They had come very close to getting first and this time they would take it.
"Nice job, guys," said Mr. Helm, "I'll see you all tomorrow."
Dib was able to catch up with Zak before he left.
"Are you ok?" asked Dib, tapping Zak on the shoulder.
"Do I look ok to you, Dib?" snapped Zak.
"It was a civil question…" said Dib softly, a little hurt that Zak had snapped at him.
Zak sighed, covering his arms again, "It's nothing…"
"I don't think it's nothing…" said Dib, grabbing one of Zak's arms. Zak flinched when Dib grabbed his arm. Dib felt bad after the fact, but he'd apologize later, he was much more worried about Zak himself…
Zak's arm had cuts, abrasions and bruises of all colors. Zak looked away, he was clearly hiding something. "Look, I told you it's nothing."
"Zak! This is not nothing! I can't just let this slide!" said Dib.
"Just cause you know a little bit about me, doesn't mean you know everything about me! Face it! You don't know anything about me! You don't know who I am…" Zak ripped his arm out of Dib's grip and stalked off. Something wasn't right with Zak and Dib didn't know what it was…And Zak was right, he really didn't know that much about Zak. Dib knew more about Zim in the first few weeks than he knew about Zak, and he'd been there nearly a year…Dib sighed and ran a hand through his jet black hair.
"What am I gonna do?" he said softly to himself.
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"I must find a way to get rid of the Dib…" grumbled Zim, while rummaging through some things in the labs. He became irritated and threw something at the wall. "Computer! Run a diagnostic on the Zak-human!" silence…Zim growled before screaming "COMPUTER!"
"What…" came a pained moan from Zim's computer.
"Run a diagnostic on the Zak human!" said Zim much louder and more slowly so the machine could understand.
"Zak: Age-13-sih…Student at HF Secondary Skool, member of the band and marching drumline. He is very smart…" said the computer.
"Go on…" hissed Zim.
"Insufficient data…" said the computer.
"Dammit!" shouted Zim, then started cursing in Irken. He then slammed his fists on the counter and several papers went onto the floor. He glanced over and picked up the papers, looking them over. He then smiled devilishly and went over to a feed where he entered the papers into the computer. Zim chuckled at his brilliance. "Scan the papers, then research ever human archive and reply back to me when you're done…" Zim started laughing manically as he entered the elevator and headed up to ground level. "Finally, I can get rid of Dib and take over this floating rock, and prove myself a worthy Invader to the tallest…"
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(Ok, people, just so you know, this year is coming to a close, so there probably aren't that many chapters left. But do not be saddened! I'll most likely start putting the newest story up right after I finish the last chapter for this. And I also want to apologize for the shortness of this chapter, the monkey has taken over my thoughts once again…but on a lighter note, I seem to be sleep walking, so if a really oddball chapter comes up, then I probably wrote it while I was asleep…I don't know when I'll post again, but hopefully before the weeks over…)