I plopped in my seat, soon Zim and Dib sat at the table. I sighed and I laid my head down. Oscar rubbed my cheek with his head, knowing I'm ready to cry. I lifted my head up and rubbed Oscar's cheek. He closed his eyes and purred.
"Are you a kitty cat now?" I whispered. He purred louder. I smiled and chuckled. The art teacher did a brief summery about yesterday, and passed our paintings out. I sat down and stared at it. I made the same shades, and I dipped my paint brush and started painting. I sat there, fiddling with a feather at a time, till each one looked decent. After a while, I stopped and leaned back and stared at it. I saw movements in the corners of my eyes, and I looked up at dib. His mouth was hanging open, and zim was the same way. I gazed down at the horrid painting. I was tempting to crumble it in frustration, but I had to submit something, or I'd end up getting an F
"Th-that's amazing!" Dib exclaimed. I cocked my eyebrow, surely he had to be sarcastic
"No matter how much I would hate to agree with dib, but I have to agree with this piece of art!" Zim said with his eyes almost bugging out.
"Are you guys being sarcastic?" I asked. Surely they had to be, It wasn't that good, was it?
"Wow... very nicely done Miss Melania! I love that detail on the feathers. I couldn't have done better myself, and I'm a certified artist!" She said. I blushed
"Th-thank you ma'am." I said softly, yet not a mumble. I could not see how it could be that good, but maybe I'm just too harsh on myself? I'm not sure. I stared at it. I managed to get the fluffy feathers in, without it looking like they were tiny teeth. It didn't look like it was tattooed, I decided to agree that it was goodish. Dib and Zim managed to peel their eyes off, and they continued on their paintings. Dib has been getting the right shades now, since I showed him, and Zim is doing good on the picture I drew for he could paint.
I took another piece of paper and began to draw. What if Dib is right? Maybe he is an alien. He had a point, no ears, no nose, and green skin. There is real people that have blue skin. It's extremely rare, and it's not cause naturally, it's caused by an external stimuli. They are ill, since it is a disease. And they're not healthy, active, or alert. Any human with green skin doesn't exist, unless their dead and decomposing, let alone being 'healthy'.
"Alright, Please put your paintbrushes down, and your pencils." I set mine down and I looked at my drawing. I didn't even realize what I was drawing, it was Zim. I drew him how he is now, and he looked rather pissed off. I blushed and I looked at Zim. Thank god he didn't see it! I crunched it up and tossed it in the trash. The art teacher began blabbing about when the results will come in and the such. I basically ignored what the teacher said. She was saying something that she's proud of everyone, blah, blah, blah.
"Bring your pictures over here please!" I stood up and handed my painting to her. She placed each picture out on the empty table. I looked at Zim's he did a good job. He added some shading, and he developed the background more. I looked at Dib's. His looked just as good in skill, though I didn't like that it was Zim on the dissecting table.
"Wow... who painted this?" a kid questioned, gesturing at my painting.
"I did..." I said. The kids crowded around the picture. The snotty blonde shoved her way towards it.
"You did this?!" she screeched. I nodded my head. She grabbed it and she made the beginning motions of tearing. I shrieked and tackled her like a football player with Oscar flying away from me, not wanting to get squished himself.
"Melania!" The teacher shrieked.
"AAHH!" The dang blonde screamed. She hit her head on the wall on the way down. I snatched my picture out of her hands and stood off of her. Little good for nothing- UGH! I inspected it, and it was half way ripped, and it was crumbled. I felt tears well up in my eyes. I'm going to fail my art class! And I put my SOUL into this painting! I snapped from the pressure from school and home. I retrieved Oscar and I ran out sobbing.
That little b****! That little brat destroyed my picture! I ran down the hall, out the door, out into the front lawn of the school. I flopped down on the snow and began to cry hysterically, when it hit me. I attacked her in front of a teacher, and they're going to tell my dad. When they tell my dad- oh god, I don't even want to think about it! I started to cry harder, and I buried my head in my hands. Oscar was whistling and cooing, trying to calm me down, like I calm him down. It wasn't working at all, despite his effort.
Zim's POV
Oh god, how I wanted to kill that stupid blonde. I was tempted to use my PAK legs to kill her, but I couldn't do so without blowing my cover. And why was I like this? I mean, just like she said, I could have cared less if she got hurt, or anything, But now it was the opposite. It could be the fact that she saved me from a bully, and stood up for me against Dib. I don't know why, but I care about her now. Invaders shouldn't care for the species that they are assigned to kill, but I couldn't stop it. I mean, she has raw talent for drawing, and she has a pure heart.
I picked up her picture she dropped, and rummaged through the Emily's desk drawer. I found the tape, and began to tape it up from the back, carefully aligning the paper to were there wasn't a gap in the center. I carefully uncreased the creases and I grabbed Melania's Backpack. I walked out of the class room, searching for her.
Melania's POV
I sat there crying hysterically. I pulled my face out of my hands, and I wanted something sharp. My long finger nails would have to do. I rolled my sleeve up, and I began to scrap my nails on my arm-
"OW!" I yelped as Oscar bit my ear.
"No!" Oscar screeched. I tried again, and he bit and yanked on my ear. I unrolled my sleeve. I'd just do it when I get home. I sat there with tears pouring off my face. I was scared. I was scared with what my dad was going to do with me. I was scared of myself too. I didn't know what to do.
"Hey." said a familiar voice.
"Hey..." I responded with a shaky voice Zim sat on the snow with me. I took a deep shaky breath, trying to calm myself down. He placed his clawed hand on my shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I fixed it." he said, while handing me my picture. It almost looked good as new! The only thing that stopped it from looking new was the parts that were once bent, and the back was taped. Before I knew it, I wrapped my arms around Zim, and hugged him tightly, earning a small squeak of surprise from him. I released him and my tears disappeared. I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. I had someone that cared about me besides Oscar. My other friends wouldn't have done all this. That made me realize that those 'friends' weren't friends at all. I've never have had a true friend until now. I began to cry again.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong?" Zim said in a soft voice.
"I-I never had a true friend." I said with a shaky voice.
"All my other 'friends' I had in the previous towns I've lived in, never were true friends. I never knew it till now. I was always getting used and abused." I sniffed. "Now that I have a real friend, I am just so happy." I gave him a watery smile, and he hugged me! I hugged him back, and he released after a while. I smiled like a fool.
"Can you show me your house after school? Because, something might happen, and, ya know. I know no one here." I said in a whisper, with my smile fading . Zim nodded his head.
"Yeah, sure." he stood up, and held his hand out. I accepted his help, and I brushed myself off. I was taller than him by about an inch or less, and I just noticed that. We turned around-
"Ack!" I yelped. Dib was standing about 5 ft away, with his mouth hanging open, eyes the size of saucers.
"What do you want Dib-Stink?!" Zim hissed.
"You know he's an alien, right?!" Dib half yelled.
"I could care less." I grumbled. I was not in the mood to deal with Dib.
"But-"
"Want to meet thunder," I raised my left fist, "and lightening?!" I hissed while raising my right hand. He huffed and he looked agitated. He groaned and stormed back into Skool. Zim motioned for me to follow, and I followed with him back into skool.