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Chapter 2: The New Guy
It was the next day and Zim and Dib were in their home room. They managed to have the same seats as grade skool: opposite ends of the front row. Everyone was in their seats waiting for Ms. Bitters to arrive. She was always late, but she always gave the same excuse. She appeared in a misty cloud of evil right behind here desk saying, "Sorry class I was torturing Kindergarteners by staring at them again." She never sounded sincere in what she said, but she meant it in a way that she would do it to their class to if she wanted.
"Alright class, open your DOOM books to page one-hundred . . ." Suddenly the phone on Ms. Bitters desk rang. She reached out to grab it, almost crushing the receiver, and put it to her ear. "What do you want . . . WHAT!! . . . oh, very well." She hung up the phone which receded back into her desk of hell. "Class since the head of the Board of Directors is getting a hangnail remove today, we will be receiving a new student."
The door to the class room opened. A boy about 5'10 stood in the doorway. He had dark brown eyes which matched short, spiky hair. He wore dark blue jeans, classic Converse sneakers, a white shirt and a light blue button down that was opened over that. Although these weren't the characteristics that both Zim and Dib were staring at him for. On his white shirt was the insignia of an Irken invader. He walked over to the front of the room. "Would you like to say something to the class before you shut up for the rest of the school-year?" Ms. Bitters asked. "Yes I would." The kid said. "My name is Mike, and . . ." Mike quickly glanced over at Dib, then over to Zim. ". . . we're all doomed." Both Zim and Dib had caught Mik'es glare at them. Ms. Bitters said, "Very good Mike. For that statement you will not receive any homework in my class for the rest of the year. Now sit down!" Mike looked at the class, which was already full. "Uh, Ms. Bitters there isn't anywhere to. . ." Before Mike could finish his sentence, Ms. Bitters pressed a button on her desk that made the student next to Zim plunge into the underground classrooms. ". . . never mind." Was all Mike got out as he took his new open seat. Ms. Bitters remembered what she said before. "Alright class now we can begin. Turn your DOOM books to page one-hundred thirty seven."
Dib leaned over his desk to look at Mike. Not surprised, Zim was also look at the new student. Although Zim didn't look so conspicuous observing Mike, Dib was told several times to sit back in his seat. Mike wasn't really paying attention to the class. Instead, he was writing something on his notebook and showed it to Zim, who was still looking at him. 'YOU GOT A PROBLEM BUDDY'? was what Mike apparently wrote obviously feeling Zim's stare. Being Zim, he didn't have enough common sense to write down what he said. So, he just blurted out, "ZIM DOES NOT HAVE A PROBLEM." "Zim I have had to take your yelling crap for almost six years now. SHUT UP AND BE QUIET!!" Ms. Bitters reacted to Zim's outburst. Dib raised his hand. "What is it Dib?" "Ms. Bitters, why don't you just send Zim to the underground classroom?" "Because Dib, sometimes Zim yells doom-filled things and it dooms up the classroom." Dib slumped in his seat waiting for the bell to ring. The bell rang and everyone left the class room. Dib saw Mike in the hall getting a drink from the water fountain. Dib thought , "Hmm. . . that doesn't make sense. Irkens can't drink water." Dib began to walk up to Mike, but Zim got to him first. "You. . . human! Why is it that you are wearing the Irken invader insignia?" Mike's only response was him putting his finger on the fountain nozzle and spraying Zim with water, which resulted in Zim on the ground squirming and screaming "THE WATER IT BURNS!!" Dib decided to take the calm approach, not wanting to get sprayed, but the bell had already ringed. Mike was nowhere to be seen.
Luckily for Dib he managed to find Mike at lunch. Since Zim always ate by himself, Dib had the perfect opportunity to get some answers. Surprisingly he found Mike eating by himself, observing Zim testing the mystery meat on his tray with various probes. "You don't mind if I sit next to you?" Dib asked. "Go right ahead." Mike said. He was still staring at Zim, now taking notes on anything strange Zim did. "Um . . . I've noticed that you have that symbol on you shirt. Do you know where you got it?" Mike stopped his note taking and look at Dib. "Oh, this? It just came to me one day. I started drawing it on everything and then I got it printed on this shirt." Mike looked back at Zim. "I can't believe nobody in this whole school notices except you." "Notices what?" Dib asked. "That Zim over there is an alien." "Really? You know he's an alien?" "How can he not be? Just look at him. No ears, no nose, green skin. Definitely inhuman. Your reports were right Dib. I'm happy I got this investigation." Dib looked at Mike with the dumbest look on his face. "What the hell are you talking about?!" Mike sat there with an amused face. "C'mon Dib. Think about it." Dib thought hard for about half a minute, and then it came to him. "Wait a second . . . Agent Blue Stinger?" Mike smiled and gave a small chuckle. "You got it."
I think I cut it a little short a little chapter.
I just wanted to get my character orientated.
Next chapter will be better.
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