Zim walked down the hallway and almost tripped. He grumbled at his new high heels and returned his attention to smiling at everyone. He reached up and adjusted his new wig, which kept falling off. He finally reached Miss Bitters's class and looked at the teacher. He shivered and cleared his throat.
"Hi!" He said in the worst girl voice ever, "I am the great Zima! I'm new here and, OBEY ME!" An awkward silence remained when he was done his speech. He began sweating like a piggy (!). Dib was not looking at Zima at all. In fact, he was bored. He was looking out the window at a squirrel that was halfway down a snake's throat. Zim smirked and walked over to the seat by the Dib worm. Shoving the girl that was already there away, Zim took her place and said, "Hi! I'm Zima! BE MY LOVE PIG!" Dib looked over with a raised eyebrow. He looked over the new girl, who was wearing red blush on her pale cheeks. He could tell she was wearing cover-up also. Her eye makeup was smeared a bit, but her lipstick was on perfectly. She had her black hair tied up at the back of her neck. She was wearing white gloves and a black striped dress. She was wearing black high-heeled boots. He opened his mouth to say something, but Miss Bitters beat her to it.
"No more talking for the rest of the month!" She glared at Zima. "The school board seems to think that you all need friends so BE NICE (twitch)". She glared at the class.
"You! Worthless pile of Dooky! What causes a chemical reaction that creates a new atom?" The child thought for a second then opened his mouth.
"To slow! To the pit of torture!" And the child and his desk disappeared. Zima raised her hand. Miss Bitters disappeared and reappeared beside her.
"Yes?" She said quietly, so that Zima shrank in her chair. Zima opened her mouth and the bell rang. Miss Bitters hissed at the bell and zoomed back to her desk.
"Fine, go back to your homes and have a truly horrible weekend." Zima wiped sweat off her forehead and her hair came loose. Dib looked at her curiously.
"You're really brave you know." He said. Zima grimaced. "You could've gone to the pit of torture. In my opinion, that's really cool." Zima smiled, it looked painful. Dib didn't notice. His face lit up.
"Hey! Do you like aliens?" He said enthusiastically (like a piggy! Sorry I'm obsessed) Zima cleared her throat again.
"I heard there was an alien in this class" She squeaked. "I also heard you were an expert on them." Dib looked away (awe! He jussokyote!) and coughed.
"Well, I don't like to… Yeah, I guess I am" He said, swelling with pride. Zima smiled and touched Dibs arm.
"I think that's really cool." She said, making Dib look away again (like I said, AWE!) Zima removed her arm and gathered up her books.
"I've got to go, see you."
"Wait! (Omg!). Maybe…um…you could… I mean, you and I could, you know… hang out this weekend?" Dib looked so hopeful. Zima, made a sad face.
"Sorry Dib, but I have to help my parents unpack and, DON'T TOUCH ME!" and she ran away from his outstretched arm.
Dib stood there for a while, contemplating (scientificy word!) this new feeling. Had he followed the new girl, he would've seen her pressed against the wall, gritting her teeth, and looking like she was in pain. A green cat walked up and looked at her with big eyes.
"Do you need a hug master?" It said. Zima twitched and glared at the cat.
"That was the worst (twitch) possible thing, (twitch) I have ever had to endure Gir. I need to go back to the base and sterilize myself. But applaud me Gir for I accomplished phase one of my plan!" The cat stuck out its tongue happily.
"Awe. So cute!" It said. Zima glared at it and then regained her composure.
"Let's go back to the base!" she said, and strutted home.