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I have moved on.
I don't need to listen to all the 'alien lover' and 'weirdo' comments any longer.
And I haven't.
I've gathered up my act and decided the whole 'Zim-was-going-to-take-over-the-world' fiasco was all just part of my imagination. It was all just a big lie…
Anyway.
After moving on from Middle Skool, I have found that there are more people in this pathetic district than I could have imagined. But just because most of them are pathetic doesn't mean all of them are. I have a group of friends, however small it may be. But they make up in scariness what they lack in numbers.
I guess you could say I've gotten in with the Goth and Emo group, but I really don't belive that. I think we all just have three things in common; we're all crazy, we all have serious issues, and we all seem to like to dress in the color black.
They're not that close, though. Sure, there's actually some one to talk to during class, but there's really nothing beyond that. If I was paid to kill them, I probably would, give or take the amount I get. But you wouldn't even have to pay me to kill everyone else in the damn High Skool. The fucking ignorant assholes. Only one more year left… Senior year should be a breeze. Calculus 3 shouldn't be too hard. Some people call me too smart for my own good…but what else is there to do in this piece of shit world? Wait to die? I think not.. Invent a way to be immortal and sell it out to the world for billions of dollars? Definetly.
Gaz actually acknowledges my existence now that I've given up being weird. That kind of bothered me before, but I really don't care. She's just kind of there now. She used to randomly go crazy from lack of no one to take her anger out on, but besides for that she's absorbed into the world of her Gamle Slave 10,000 Unlimited. Only one more year…
Dad…
Dad still thinks I'm an insane kid who needs to be taken away in a straight jacket. That still bothers me…but not enough to matter. Only one more year…
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Ugh…I have to go get the mail. What a waste. We have so many bills coming in to dad from his experiments that it's not even funny anymore. It used to be hilarious, before I found out he was stealing from my college fund to pay them.
What a waste of gas. I'm not even going to bother to drive to the stupid post office. The environment is screwed over enough without me adding to the shit stink in the air. I might as well take the short cut. The short cut…the short cut runs past Zim's house….
Zim…
So? Who cares? He's just a kid with a skin disease, damnit! Get over it! He's probably dead anyway…he's been locked in his base- I mean HOUSE- for like three years. Not that I care.
How many times have I gone down this path, hoping to save this forsaken dirtball? I took a glance at Zims house. It's exactly as it's been for three years. For a long time I thought he was just going to burst out with some new plan- I mean that's just a bunch of bull, isn't it? It doesn't make a difference anyway.
Hey! One of the windows are un boarded! I should-
No.
I can't…just a peak? No! I've got to move on-
I couldn't help myself.
Before I knew it, I was attempting to climb up to the window and see what was inside when-
I fell. Even with my increased height (6'4, to be exact), how the hell did I expect to get all the way up there? Stupid laws of gravity…
I guess I'd better get back before (Goodness forbid) someone worries and calls the cops on me…
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New kid at school today. He's pretty hot, all things considered. (Did I mention I'm bisexual? Yeah…damn hormones and their picky ways…) He looks like he could fit in with our group. I remember last time there was a new student in skool…
When I asked him his name, he kind of hesitated, as if he forgot it or something. Not too uncommon at this school. Asher. That's a pretty cool name. Better than Dib, anyway.
If he's in Calc 2 I guess he's pretty smart, but he acted like he wasn't used to talking to people and just kept silent most of the time when I tried talking to him. I didn't mind. I like to talk. But the whole time he was giving me this incredulous look, as if I was a monster asking him if he wanted a cookie. Not that monsters are real, of course.
He seemed like a pretty cool kid. I asked him what he thought of the world today. "It's pretty pitiful what people have done to this planet. It could've been so much better. But even in this filth, there's good beyond the bad…it's just hard to notice most of the time." But I couldn't stand that. "I'd have to disagree with you there. There's nothing good here. Most everyone is ignorant about everything, even if it's right there, stabbing them in the eye to get their attention. They ignore the problems, and then blame the faults on every one else they deem different and therefore condemning world." He just gave me an odd look again and said, "Why not just kill them all?" Immediately I could tell he regretted saying that, but I pressed on, "Why? What has the human race ever done to YOU?" He looked down at the floor and said, "Nothing. Nothing at all." I was still kind of suspicious, but I changed the subject to the mold they like to call school lunch. I have a lot of experimenting to do with this kid.
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And so ends another chapter…
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