Okey-dokey...Another chapter. Yay for reviewers and authors alike!

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Gaz ran to her brother's side and quickly whipped out her GameSlave 7 and began to play as Dib began to babble. Oddly, she began to listen slightly.

"And then, I realized that I was like clone in a way. Isn't that weird?!" As Dib began to rant, the clouds seemed to cover the sun, the light diminished. Gaz growled as her GS7 flashed off.

'Stupid solar powered game! I knew it was a waste of money!'Gaz thought. She sighed and placed the game in her bag at her hip.

She looked up at the school lot. 'Hi Skool' was written in bold , red, letters on a sign atop of the building. Gaz grunted as she entered the school. How she wished she could destroy the rotten humans who inhabited it. She shook her head violently. She was spending a little too much time with a certain alien.

Gaz stopped at her locker, entering the combination. She grabbed her books, and turned toward her big headed brother.

"Dib, are you going to follow me around all day, or what?" She asked. Dib looked down at his sister, blushing. His hand rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh...yeah! Gotta get to class! By Gaz!" He called, running through the hallway. Gaz sighed and walked to biology.

Gaz stepped into the room silently, no one bothered to look up, like they did for Jessica. Satisfied, Gaz wormed her way to the back of the room, her game already in her hands.

It was one save point later when the teacher had finally walked in. Gaz looked up as she shut off the game. The teacher was a young man, obviously a new teacher. His red hair was combed back, a small dark brown brief case in his trembling hands. He dressed like any other teacher. White dress shirt, black pants, creepy smile.

"Hello class! Welcome to biology!" He said. A false cheeriness easily detected by the young gamer gal. "My name is Mr. Gaylei." An uproar of giggles erupted from the class. Gaz just shook her head. Proof of her race's stupidity and maturity. Or lack there of.

Mr. Gaylei's eyes were brimming with tears. He wiped them up and spoke again.

"Okay class, you can call me Mr. G. When I call roll, I want you to raise your hand and tell me something that you hate and what name you go by." He said. This was bad. He was going to take revenge upon the students with his lessons. "I'll go first." He said.

"Hello, I'm Susan. And I hate..KIDS." He said twitching. The class started giggling again. Gaz propped up her elbow on the black two person desk. She held her head in her hand, annoyed. Mr. G began to take attendance. Blue eyes calculating.

"Jessica Starky" He said. The blond haired slut raised her hand. "Jess, and I hate...her." She said pointing to the girl beside her. The brunette began to sniffle softly, making a fool of herself. Mr. Gay raised a brow and continued.

Names and names were called. One kid, trying to become the class clown, called himself Michael Jackson. He went to the principle's office. Then, he got to Gaz.

"Gaz Membrane." Gaz just rose her hand, saying nothing. Susan squinted. "Well, child, are you going to tell me what you hate so I can use it against you, or what?" He asked. Gaz said nothing and glared in his blue eyes. Susan flinched as she drove terror into his soul.

He recoiled and began the lesson.

'That's better.'


Dib sighed as AP Arithmetic dragged on. Was it because it was his last class before lunch, or was it because Zim was in his class? How, he made into the class, he'll never know. Zim was a moron! How did he get into an AP class?

'Probably cheated with his Irken technology!' Dib thought as class was let out. The green alien beside him just grabbed his books, a triumphant smile on his lips, as though he read his thoughts.

Zim hadn't really changed much. Same outfit. Same beady eyes hidden by contacts. But...he was tall. Like, five foot ten tall. Curious, Dib had asked if he had some alien sort of growth spurt. Another way to expose him. He later found out he had taken steroids. Zim. The Zim had to take steroids. 'To fit in. Can you not process that in your small human cranium, Dib-human?' He had taunted. Dib was dumbfounded after that. Freaked out really.

Dib picked up his books from his desk and walked out of the room, trailing the alien to the cafeteria.

Zim sighed in annoyance as the Dib-stink followed him. He was very terrible at it. As usual, Zim stuffed his things in his locker, and walked to the room known as the cafeteria.

Zim grabbed the red tray and traveled down the line. An old, fat , woman scooped up what looked to be...fried poop, maybe? And dunked it on his tray. Zim squinted down at the...poo..on his tray and to the woman. She had moles everywhere, a hairnet was over black curly hair. Her glare bored into his skull.

Flinching inwardly, Zim began to walk towards his table in the back.

'Ugly human beast.' He thought sourly. He kept walking in long strides. His face turned into a small glare as he home in on Dib's table. He scoffed as he was walking past it. Before he was two feet away, a wrist grabbed his glove hand.

Zim looked down at the pale,frail , hand that held him steady. He traveled up the arm and to the face. Zim raised a brow slightly. Before he could open his mouth, she spoke.

"Sit. We need to talk."


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