My heart stopped and my mouth went dry. My dad must have been here, and that meant only trouble. I weakly stood up, and dragged my feet out of class, giving a look of grief towards Zim. I trudged down the hall, to the office. I opened the door, expecting the worse.
He wasn't there. I sighed a large breath of relief. a upset principle, art teacher, and a Snobby, bruised blonde, all better than John. I stepped in, and sat in the only chair, which was next to the blonde. I glared at her.
"You two got into a fight." he pointed to the blonde "tell me your story"
her story was totally jacked up. She said I was completely unprovoked, and she acted like she was a little angel. Which was rather stupid of her, because the teacher was there, and she knew that she was mean to me from the start. I told my side. I told the solid truth. I tackled her, to try and save my picture from her grubby hands. She hit the wall, and got the bruise that way, instead of me slugging her in the head. I told him I never meant to have her head hit the wall. He sighed.
"You," he said as he pointed to the blonde, "detention!"
"B-but I didn't do a thing!" she protested.
"You," he pointed at me, "you are being warned." I sighed a breath of relief, but all danger was not yet gone.
"D-did you call my dad?" I asked, almost begging that they didn't.
"Yes, we did." I nearly passed out,
"Were did you get those cuts on your face?"
Oh god, think fast! "I fell into some thorns at my house" he nodded his head, not yet believing that I was telling the truth.
"You may go back to your classes."
I stood up and bolted back to class, can't miss out in history, I'd get a F for sure. I knocked and opened the door and slid in silently, and sat in my seat. I pulled out my notebook, and I began to draw.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I stuffed my notepad into my backpack that zim gave back to me. I stood up and walked out. I stopped by the door, waiting for Zim. He followed, and I walked besides him down the hallway. I walked into the bus, and sat down in our seat and Zim sat down besides me.
"I'm gonna see your house, right?" I questioned.
"Of course!" I smiled and looked outside.
"Thank you." I said, as my face turned back to its usual gloomy state.
"AH!" I hissed through my teeth. Zim poked me in my broken rib. I turned around and looked at Zim. His eyes were wide, and Oscar hissed.
"You're not telling Zim everything, are you?" he said.
I shook my head.
"I-I can't..." I whispered. The rib pain began to dull. He sighed.
"Why?" Zim questioned. I ignored him. I didn't want to lie to him, and I couldn't say why, because my dad would find out and probably kill me. The bus stopped at my house, and I didn't budge. The Driver closed the door, and we continued. I payed close attention to where the bus headed, the bus stopped again within 5 minutes.
"This is Zim's house!" Zim half yelled. I chuckled, and stood up and followed him out. I heard someone mumble, 'freak', but I didn't feel like fighting today. I followed him up to his strange, purple house. It had these freaky garden gnomes, and it had these metal tubes connecting to the two other buildings right next to it. This house was not normal. He opened the door, and we both stepped in. His living room was large, and it had the monkey from "The Scary Monkey Show" Behind the couch.
"HIYA MASTER!" a voice squealed. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned around and there was this green dog. I've never heard of a green dog. It had a zipper in the front too! This screamed 'IT'S NOT A DOG!' to me. He ran on two legs to his 'master', Zim.
"OO! YOU GOT A GIRLFRIEND!" I blushed and stared at the talking 'dog'.
"GIR! SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!" Zim yelled. I giggled and looked at him. Whatever he was, he was adorable. He jumped on my chest, knocking me down to ground with a thud. Oscar cursed, and flew away, landing on the couch. The wind was knocked out of me, and thankfully, he didn't hit my rib.
"SHE'S PRETTY!"
"Yes Gir, I know! NOW GET OFF HER!"
My face turned scarlet from embarrassment. Why was that little guy so heavy?! He hopped off my chest, and I stood up.
"A BIRDY! COME HERE BIRDY!"
I yelped, and Oscar narrowly dodged Gir trying to tackle him, and he landed on my shoulder.
"Awww... I wanted to play with the birdy!"
"Gir! STOP IT!" Zim shrieked loudly.
I knelt down and gir ran up to me.
"Gir, if you want to play with Oscar, you can't tackle, or grab him. He is very fragile. Think of him like a baby. You can't tackle babies without hurting them. And you can't grab and drag a baby around. His bones are really weak, and if you do break a bone, he will die, and be gone forever." he stopped being hyper.
"Hold your arm out." he did so. I put a scared Oscar on his arm.
"Never pick him up, let him hop on your arm if you want to take him somewhere. In the wild, mean animals grab him, and even though he is not wild, he still has that thought like all small birds."
"Oooooo!" Gir said. He walked onto the couch and sat down, and began to pet Oscar. He started to purr. I looked at Zim, and his mouth was hanging open.
"H-how did you manage to get him to listen?!"
"Well, I had a brother 6 years younger than me, and I talked to him like that all the time. I never ordered him, or anything, I made him understand, and want to be good." I smiled.
"What happened to him?" my smile disappeared.
"He died in a wreck with my m-mom..."
"I'm sorry..."
"You didn't know." I smiled again, trying to change the mournful atmosphere. He nodded his head. I looked at the clock.
"I need to go, thank you for showing me your house!"
"Want me to walk you back home?"
what was I going to say without him finding out, or hurting his feelings.
"Sure. You can't go into my house or anything, because my dad would get really mad..."
He nodded his head. Oscar flew onto my shoulder, earning a noise of disappointment from Gir.
"Want to hold him?" I questioned. His eyes widened.
"He doesn't bite, unless you hurt him or me first." I grabbed his hand, extended his arm, and Oscar hopped on his arm, earning a shriek from Zim. Oscar jerked at the girly scream, and zim was about ready to have a spaz attack. He was wild eyed and shaking.
"It's okay Zim, he won't hurt anyone without a reason." I smiled and a minute passed, and he began to calm down.
"Just to let you know, if he grabs your finger, don't think he's trying to bite. He likes to play with fingers." I smiled and Oscar bobbed his head. Zim rasied his hand shakily, he reached over to pet him and Oscar rubbed his head on his clawed hand. He began to purr loudly.
"D-does he like me?" Zim questioned in a shaky voice. I nodded my head. He handed him back to me.
"We better get going before my dad gets any madder..." I murmured. We walked half way, with me thinking of what to talk about.
"Hey, I got a request?" I questioned.
"What do you want from THE ALMIGHTY ZIM!" Zim said extra dramatically. I chuckled.
"C-can you keep my bird over the weekend? He won't be safe if he stays at my house."
"Lets, see, hmmm... very hard." Zim said, joking, "Yes, Zim says yes!"
"Thank you. When I get there, I'll give you his food I packed with me." Zim nodded.
"He is potty trained, so don't worry about bird bombs on your couch. He'll fly to a trash can or squawk if he gotta go." then I said to Oscar, "and Oscar, stay with Zim. You'll be safer there. Never leave Zim or Gir, if you do, you'd get lost, and die." I rubbed his chin, and he purred. My house began on the horizon, and we walked in front of the house next to mine.
"I guess that's were we will part." I sighed. I gave Zim Oscar, and dug out his food and gave that to him also.
"Thank you Zim!" I called out when he was 10 feet away. I took a deep breath, and walked to my house of hell. I opened the door. I looked all around me. He was no were in sight I breathed a large sigh of relief. I walked into my bedroom.
"AH!" I yelped in surprise when John wrapped his grimy fingers around my throat.
"WHY ARE YOU CUTTING YOURSELF NOW B****!? IS THAT CAUSE YOU'RE A FREAK!?"
THUD
I hissed in pain, and I grabbed my head. I hit my head, hard on my dresser, and my red blood was staining the carpet. He grabbed my shirt and hoisted me up.
"AAAAHH!" I screamed when he socked me in the face with his fist. He knocked one of my teeth out. I gagged and choked on my metal tasting blood. I spat out a tooth, and I gave him a pleading look. I mean, sure, I was mean to him before this, but completely ignoring me, and beating me over it?! What kind of sick slime would do such a thing?! I felt tears trickle down my cheek.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAVE YOUR BROTHER AND MOTHER?! YOU COULD HAVE SAID SOMETHING, BUT NO, YOU HAD TO BE A B****! THAT'S ALL YOU ARE, AND EVERY WILL BE! A LITTLE INSIGNIFICANT WHITE TRASH!" The words stung and seemed to echo in my mind. He's right. I am trash! I mean, all I am is a weight! I don't support us, I just eat food, and waste rescources! I almost ready to beg him to kill me, but mom wouldn't want me to give in. Wait, what am It alking about?! She probably hated me.
"AH!" I yelped as he slapped me in the face and threw me into the wall. He stormed out of my room, and slammed the door behind him. I piled my stuff in front of the door. I was crying hysterically. I looked at my pitiful figure. My face and head was swollen, purple in blotches, and bleeding. I am so ugly and pathetic. I finally figured out why people treat me bad, I am stupid, ugly, and I'm too pathetic for anyone to like me. I sat on my bed, and rolled my sleeve up to my shoulder. I found my blade, and I wiped it free of dried blood. I took a deep breath
That's for being stupid!
That's for being hideous!
That's for being a jerk!
That's for being a b****
That's for killing my mother!
That's for killing my brother!
I broke out of the daze, and my eyes widened at what I did. My whole upper arm was covered in blood. I grabbed a pair of pants and wrapped it tightly around my arm. What the heck is wrong with me?! Why did I hurt myself again!? What am I, a freak?! I began to cry again, and I wished that I would just die! But, I couldn't die, or kill myself, because I need to take care of Oscar. Oscar's the only reason why I'm still alive. I laid down in my filthy, blood stained bed. I fell asleep.
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