A/N: well, no one is updating because of school, homework, etc... so i decided to update in the early morning before the long and perilously BORING ride to school. sorry for the delay, people!! i lost interest for a few days.

CHAR AND ZIM GO TO THE LUNCH TABLES FOR EARLY MORNING BREAKFAST FOR THE KIDS WHO DON'T FEED THEMSELVES IN THE MORNING. FILTHY HUMANS!!

char: so this is skool. humans really ARE ugly, aren't they?

zim: yeah, to ugly to match our SUPERIOR irken skin and antennae.

dib: HEY EVERYBODY, DID YOU HEAR THAT? ZIM JUST TOTALLY ADMITED HE'S AN ALIEN! AND HE'S GOT A FRIEND TO BE PUT ON AN AUTOPSY TABLE WITH!!

char: autopsy?

zim: a table they put aliens on and cut them up to study them.

char: why cut them up? that sounds painful.

zim: why do you think i hate the humans so much?

char: so who is that big-headed kid sitting over by the goth queen?

zim: the big-headed kid is my arch enemy dib. he is always trying to expose me.

char: does anyone believe him?

zim: looking over to where dib was being told he was crazy for shouting about zim and char no.

zita: hey look, there's a new kid. she looks like she'll belong in the popular group, right jessica?

jessica: yeah, her hair is TOTALLY cute. and i love that dress.

sarah: hey, new kid! do you want to come over here to sit with us?

char: uh, sure. could zim come?

jessica: no, he's a freak. but you can come sit with us, because you look cool.

char: uh, thanks.

CHAR WALKED OVER TO THE POPULAR TABLE.

zim: char, why sit with them? they are so mean.

char: don't we want these filthy dirt people to trust us?

zim: obviously you think so.

sarah: so, let us introduce ourselves. i'm sarah, and that is jessica, zita, and morla. one member in the popular girls is gaz, who rarely sits with us. she's too hooked on her game slave 2. what is your name?

char: my name is inv- i mean char.

morla: cool name.

THEY WALK TO THEIR CLASSES AS THE BELL RINGS.

miss bitters: class, we have a new student today, who has the same skin condition as zim, so be as mean to her as him, for all i care. her name is char. char, if you want to say something, you'd better be quick about it, because i hear enough horrible talking children talking during my horrible lessons.

char: hi, my name's char. i've been sent to this horrific country from, um, england? but my parents are all american, so i don't have an accent. zim is my cousin, so he invited me to stay at his lovely base.

miss bitters: thank you char, that was horrible. so, you'll need a place to sit. you! spoo! you're being sent to the underground classroom.

CHAR TAKES HIS PLACE.

miss bitters: today's lesson class is about how aliens don't exist, whatever dib says. open your textbooks to page 1538 and begin memorizing the 354 page chapter. the chapter title is called why aliens don't exist no matter what dib says. you have five minutes... start.

CHAR BEGINS READING.

the reason aliens don't exist is because dib is crazy. he is always saying they exist, along with bigfoot, ghosts, and other scary creatures, like chupecabra (A/N: did i spell that right?). another reason aliens don't exist is that over 1000 people in the country of the usa have claimed to have seen a ufo. of course, nothing about that is right. people are liars, especially dib. the end.

char: done!

miss bitters: you read the whole chapter?

char: there was only a word or 2 per page, and some were even blank.

RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!

zim: time to go home!

char: thank irk.

THEY WALK HOME.