I awoke to knocking on my door. Oh great!
"Time to go to school." dad growled. I checked my clock. Yup. I looked at my bloody shirt. I certainly couldn't go to school with this shirt. I changed and collected Oscar and my backpack.
I opened my door slightly, he wasn't there. I sighed and inched out, and I grabbed a oatmeal bar, and ate it quickly. I stepped outside with Oscar on my shoulder. I didn't have to worry about him flying away, I raised him since he was a baby. He was bald, and featherless and he was ADORABLE! I fed him special food, and upgraded my cages till he got full grown. I taught him how to fly, and everything he doesn't need a really big cage, because I take him with me almost everywhere I go.
I usually don't take him to school, but my dad is pissed at him. I'm scared he would kill him. I walked and to the end of the road, with my shoes crunching in ice. I stood were the bus should stop. I waited for quite a while with Oscar playing with my hair. a yellow bus stopped. Infront of me. I noted the number, and I stepped in. The bus was filled with talking, and bickering. I walked to find a seat.
"Ewww! Look at that girl! Look at her pimples, and ugly bird."
I wanted to kill someone now. No one I mean no one insults my bird! Hurt my bird, may god have mercy! I turned around and glared at the snotty blonde. I gave her the finger, and Oscar started to laugh. She looked greatly offended, and I smirked. I turned back around and I walked farther down the bus. I ended up in the back of the bus with some green kid. He had no ears, or nose. He had 3 clawed fingers on each hand, and he was looking out the window.
"Hi." I said.
"What?!" the kid snapped, glaring at me.
"BE NICE!" Oscar screamed. My eyes bugged out, and I shook my finger at Oscar.
"You be nice!" I hissed. He did a soft squawk and placed his foot on his beak, like he was saying 'I'm gonna be quiet now'.
The kid had a bewildered look on his face. "That bird can talk?!"
I nodded my head. "Yeah. He's pretty smart." the kid nodded his head. "His name is Oscar. I had him since he was a chick."
"Interesting..."
I held out my hand.
"My name is Melania."
He looked at my hand. "Zim."
I pulled my hand back, seeing he obviously wasn't going to shake hands. Not very friendly.
"MELANIA AND ZIM" a kid said directly in front of us "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" a roar of laughter came from all the kids.
"SHADUP!" Oscar screamed it made the laughter roar even louder. I had Oscar step off my shoulder and I stood up. I was Glowered down at that kid. I slugged him in the head,
"OWWW!"
"What were you saying?!" I hissed. The whole bus stopped laughing, and most had wide eyes. I smirked and plopped down in my seat. I looked at the green kid, and his eyes were staring at me. I shrugged my shoulders and I began to play with Oscar. He mumbled something.
"Huh?" I questioned.
"Nothing, Nothing." I shrugged my shoulders, and resumed playing with Oscar. We finally arrived at the school. I was confused, school was spelt with a k, so it looked like, Skool. Whoever made that name didn't know how to spell. I climbed out of the bus, with Oscar. I walked up to the doors and entered. I entered the principle office to get myself addressed and figure out were to go. The room was empty.
"Hello?" I called out. "Hello? Anyone there?" a man stepped out of the room connected with this office.
"Yes, may I help you?"
"Hi, I'm a new student, and I just moved here. Did you get a call in from John Willow?"
"Oh yeah, I did. You're Melania, right?" I nodded my head. " he sounded like a real nice guy."
Yeah, right! I screamed in my mind.
"No pets allowed, you know that, right?"
Oh crap!
"He's potty trained, and he isn't much of a bother."
"No, I'm afriad not."
"I'm not trying to be rude sir, but I have a older brother that would kill him, I don't want to lose my baby sir." I begged. It was partial true, I have someone that wants to kill him, but not a brother, a monster. It felt so wrong that I had to lie. He sat there, thinking.
"Is he loud?"
"Yeah, rarely, but if I tell him no, he listens, right?" I said and looked at Oscar. He bobbed his head up and down.
"Quiet." he said softly
"Very well. I don't want him attacking other kids though, and I don't want bird bombs everywere."
"Thanks!" Oscar chirped.
"If he lands a bomb, which I doubt, I'll clean it. And he will not attack anyone, as long as no one tries to hurt us." I smiled.
"Does he fly around the room?"
"Not if I tell him to. I had him since he was a chick, and trained him when he was still young."
he nodded his head. I asked what number my class room is, and he told me. I got out of the office. I walked down the hallway and I stopped at the number.
Ms. Bitters... I hope she's nice. I knocked on the door, and I opened it.
"May I come in? I'm new."
"Finally someone with manners! Yes, you may." I swallowed and walked into the room. Ms. Bitters was mean looking. She scared me, and her voice was like a serpents, smooth yet sinister.
"Wait a second! Why do you have a bird?!"
I swallowed. "I had to take him with me, or my brother would try to kill him. He won't bother anyone ma'am. I talked to the principle too, and he said it's okay ma'am." she stalked out and slammed the door. I just stood there, nervous. I was just standing here, with all the kids staring at me. Oscar shook his feathers, that's what he does when he's scared or nervous. A few more moments passed and the door swung open.
"You may keep him." I did a little dance inside myself. "Class! This is our new student." she gestured towards me.
"Melania." I smiled shyly. Bitters handed the chalk to me and I wrote it out. I handed it back.
"You may take a seat."
"Thank you." I whispered. I chose the only seat, which happened to be next to Zim.
School started. She was lecturing us about history, the black plague in the most gruesome way possible. I glanced around and I saw several kids petrified. Oh god COME ON! It's just history! There was a kid crying too. Heh, they'd never be able to watch AVP. I looked in the other direction and zim was playing with a pencil, and a kid with weird black hair was staring at zim with a hate gaze. I sighed and kept on listening. I pulled my notebook out of the desk, and opened it. I drew a dragon ripping its innards out.
Tears were trailing down its- no, her face, and there were pools of blood, and her claws were soaked with blood. I stopped and looked at it. I adjusted her arm, and face. It looked decent but that's as far as I could go. I began to shade the scales and the oozing blood. I felt eyes watching me. I looked in the direction and zim was staring at it. He noticed my gaze and laid back with his eyes closed.
"Melania!" Ms. Bitters yelled. "Stop drawing in class!" she hissed.
"B-but ma'am, I can focus better when I dr-"
"Yeah right! Don't give me that bull!"
I recited some phrases she said in class, and basically did a summery on what she said.
"Hmf!" she huffed. I'm probably on her crap list now. She resumed her lecture, and I noticed she was giving me glances full of hatred. Little demon teacher. I could tell already we're gonna get into arguments, frequently I sighed and went back to drawing.
Soon history was over, and math began... oh how I hated math! Some equations are stupid, and why in the heck would anyone need to know the area of a triangle! Sure, it may be simple, but why?! I ran through until I got stuck. Ugh. I pressed hard on my pencil tip, and it snapped. I sighed and got another from my desk.
"Alright students, put your pencils down!"
fudge! Stupid effin' teacher!
It turned to grammar. Ugh. I knew how to spell, and write sentences correctly, I just have a hard time finding out if they're pronoun, or adverb. I sighed and tried my best. I read it, it was a test! Bull! I re-read it and slammed my head on the desk, making a small squeak of surprise come from Oscar. I lifted my head up and tried my hardest on it. I finished with 10 minutes to spare. I sighed. I heard mumbling. I looked to the right. And the kid with weird hair was poking zim with a pencil. I sighed. Stupid. I cleared my throat, and Ms. Bitters glared at me. I jerked my head in their direction.
"Dib Membrane! Stop tormenting Zim!"
"But, h-he's an alien!" I cocked my eye brow at him. Yeah, I could understand why, but- forget it. I shouldn't fret over that, it's not my business, but I couldn't stand there watching someone get bullied like I did at the 5 other schools!
"Principle office NOW!"
"B-but, he's an al-"
"Detention?"
he growled and glared at me. He sat up and stormed out the door, heading to the principle's office. I heard zim chuckle and he looked at me. The bell rung, signaling lunch. I grabbed my bag with my lunch, and ran out the door and followed everyone. I knew that they were going to the cafeteria. I took good note were I was going, and I entered the cafeteria. I placed Oscar on my head, and I took my back pack off. I grabbed my lunch and Oscar shifted to my shoulder again. I sat down at a table with other kids.
"If you want to sit here, you gotta earn it!" I gave the snotty blonde the finger again, and I sat at another table.
"Freak!" the kid next to me yelled. I pimp-slapped the idiot, and sat at the table with Zim. He was eating a sandwich. I Took mine out of the container, and since I wasn't prepared for Oscar, I gave him my fruit cup.
"You really love that bird, don't you?" I looked towards Zim and nodded.
"Yeah. Can't keep him at my house, someone at my house would kill him."
he looked at me weird and swallowed his bite.
"Um, do you know were we're going next?" I said, trying to get that weird stare off me.
"Art." he kept staring. I almost squeed. Keep cool, keep cool.
"I love art."
"I can tell."
"I know you were looking at my picture I drew." his eyes widened slightly, and then he grunted.
"May I see it?"
I pulled out my art pad and flipped it open to the dragon.
"Hey!" I yelped. Oscar was snacking on my sandwich! I snatch it away.
"Awww..." Oscar moaned. I ignored him, and slid the picture towards Zim. His eyes widened and he traced it with his clawed hand.
"You drew this?!"
"Yeah, it's crap..." I mumbled.
"Mine would look like a mutilated dog." he slid it back and started up on his sandwich.
"Thank you?" I said. I didn't know for sure that it was a compliment. I ate my sandwich and took a drink of my drink.
THUD! My drink tipped over as a stupid kid jumped on the table. I was soaked! And pissed as hell!
"HE'S AN ALIEN! CAN'T ANYONE SEE THAT?!"
"Go Dib-stink!" Zim hissed while glaring.
"NO! LOOK! NO EARS, NO NOSE, AND GREEN SKIN! HE'S WEARING A WIG!" I growled like an animal, and I grabbed Dib's ankle. I jerked it, and he fell on his face.
"OWW!" I stood up and flung him by his ankle and he flomped on the ground face first. He picked himself up, and his glasses were broken and bent. A roar of laughter came up from the room, even from me! I noticed Zim was laughing too.
"I don't know what you two are up to, BUT I'LL GET YOU ZIM! I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE TO DISSECT YOU!"
"Have you seen a Shrink?"
"Yes! I mean no, I mean- it's none of your business!" he screamed. He threw his glasses in the trash, and he stormed off with everyone laughing. I was still pissed off though. My shirt was soaked! Good thing I kept a spare shirt and pants in my bag, due to a certain 'incident'. Now the kids were laughing at me since Dib left. I picked up oscar and I ignored their cruel laughter and walked to the bathroom to change.