Zim Goes to Driver's ED
Author's Notes: Eh-heh… ; Sorry, everyone, for the extremely long time it took for me to update. Things've been a little hectic with school getting started an' all, so it's really hard to manage two fics at once. So, ZGDE has been taking a backseat to my other fic, Unlikely Hero. Now, I won't hesitate any longer…
Give the peoples what dey want.
Chapter 4: Week 2 Day 2
Dib scowled as he handed in his permission slip to Mr. James. Zim was now fully recovered from his injury, and today was his first day back on the road. He glared as he watched Zim hand his slip to the teacher as well. A brief glance showed a very loopy signature that simply read 'Zim's parents' down where the parents were supposed to sign. Dib retook his seat and watched as the alien took his own. Mr. James quickly thumbed through the forms to make sure that everyone had turned one in.
"Very good. It looks as if everyone turned theirs in. Now, Mr. Dotson, Mr. Samson, Mr. Smith, and Mr. Gomery will each call four of you and take you out to a vehicle. From now on, all of you will be driving out on the road during this time in the day. Mr. Dotson, you go first," said Mr. James.
Mr. Dotson nodded and pulled a clipboard out from behind his back. "Okay, I'm gonna need Carl, Dib, Zim, and Zita."
The four students gasped and looked at each other in horror.
"Dude, no way," Carl said, shaking his head at his co. drivers.
"Ew, I don't want them!" Zita yelled.
"WAIT! We can't have Zim. He's crazy!" Dib pleaded.
"Don't put me in a car with them! They reek of hu-man!" Zim protested.
"Outside," Mr. Dotson said as he pointed to the door in the back of the room. The four students hung their heads and marched outside, trying not to make eye-contact with each other. The teacher stood, waiting by a small, white car. "This will be our vehicle. Dib, you'll be driving first. Zim, Carl, and Zita, get in the back of the car, but let Zim sit to the far right so he can get out when it's his turn."
They nodded and grudgingly took their seats. Mr. Dotson got in on the passenger's side. "Now, Dib, if anything goes wrong, I have my own break pedal on my side, so just let me take the wheel if I grab for it."
Dib merely nodded as he started the car and pulled out into the suburban streets.
"Take a left up here, Dib… Watch your speed… Now, turn right at this corner. NOT SO FAST… Never mind; you're good… Are you watching your speed?... Don't forget to check your mirrors… Good job… Okay, pull over here, and we'll let Zim drive us back to the school."
Dib swallowed thickly as he pulled over and got out of the car. As he passed Zim, who was on his way to the driver's seat, he said, "Don't do anything that would get us killed, Zim!"
The Irken snarled, "Stupid human, it is you who will get us killed!"
"But, I'm not doing anything… My part is over."
"… STILL!"
Dib rolled his eyes and took his seat in back. Zita scooted over closer to Carl so she wouldn't have to get any Dib-germs on her. Zim examined the controls, and somehow managed to put the vehicle in drive. He then proceeded to straddle the no-passing, yellow lines.
"Okay, try to stay in your lane, Zim," Mr. Dotson instructed and was nearly thrown from his seat as the car jerked to the right and almost fell into a ditch. The teacher righted himself and glared at the green boy. "Okay, don't correct yourself that fast, and don't ignore traffic signs. We just flew through an intersection without stopping at the sigh.
Zim grumbled something about 'stupid human signals'.
"Okay, turn left at this next intersection," Mr. Dotson instructed as he pointed ahead to a stop sign. As they came closer, he reminded Zim, "Oh, and don't forget to use your turn signals."
Zim floored it around the corner and somehow managed to turn on his windshield wipers. The turn was also far too sharp and the car went straight into the gutter and hit the storm drain. Everyone temporarily flew out of their seats and Zita let out a high-pitched shriek of terror. Mr. Dotson used his brake to bring the car to a stop. He instructed the kids to stay in the car while he examined the damage.
Once the teacher was out of the car, Dib sneered, "Jeez, Zim, is that your idea of not getting us killed?"
"Puny human, I have done well in your delicate art of driving. You just don't realize it yet."
Dib glared at Zim as Mr. Dotson returned to the car. "We've got a flat. I'm callin' a truck to come pick us up. By the way, Dib, you got seventeen points."
"And me! What about me! What points did Zim get?" the disguised Irken inquire, just about jumping into the teacher's lap.
Mr. Dotson glared at Zim's enthusiasm and replied, "Ten."
Zim threw his arms up in the air, hitting the roof of the car, "VICTORY!" He then turned to face his rival. "HA!"
"Whaddya mean? You wrecked the car, how is that good?" Dib asked.
"It's good because my ten beats your seventeen."
"Zim, that's how many points you got out of twenty. I got seventeen and you got ten," Dib explained.
"And your point is?"
Dib rolled his eyes and placed his face in his hands.
(End Chapter)
Author's Notes: Yeah, that was pretty much what happened to me. Except my driver didn't hit the storm-drain, but someone else did. Oh, and BTW, I actually obtained MY driver's license. PRAISE ME! I promise my next update will be sooner. Now, for my short list of thankyous…
wintersday: Woo, thanks for your support. It's people like you who I continue writing for.
ShikyoNoKrys: Yes, I will most definately read your story. And I'm deeply sorry for such a late update. I had a severe case of writer's block monkeys and they wouldn't leave me alone. But thank you for your support.
Abby: Of course it is, my friend. You and I went through this together, don't ya know. You'll love the second to the last chapter. I'm sure it will please you to see someone else suffer.
hono'o neko: Don't worry, GIR did in fact take Zim home, where his shattered limbs were properly treated. The only reason the driver's ED class will still count is because he's been showing up every day, reguardless of injuries. Thanks for reading.
