Zim seemed more than strange to me, that first day at Skool was no exception. After I had to sit with Zim in class for about an hour, which was uncomfortable, I thought it was a fortune that the bell rung for lunch, and I ran out of there in a hurry.
I made it to the lunch room, it was more than depressing, and kids stared frightened at their lunches. They ran to vomit. And there was a grown woman sitting with Dib. Now that I looked back at it, she was in Miss Bitters' class too.
The tables were all full and there was nowhere to sit, except for with Zim. I sighed and moved hesitantly to his table.
"Hey, you're name's Zim right?"
"Mmmhmmm" He nodded suspiciously.
"Well, Zim, there's nowhere to sit, except for here of course."
"And your point is?"
"I need to sit here."
"The great Zim will make your day complete by letting you sit here." He gestured to the seat.
"Eh thanks" I sat down with my lunch, which I thankfully packed.
We sat there and ate; Zim talked nonstop about how amazing he was at everything. Fifteen minutes through lunch and Zim stood on the table and started screaming about his greatness and how the "earth pigs" will suffer.
"Why don't you shut up?" I finally yelled at him.
He looked at me dumbfounded. "I will not shut up! Who are you to tell ZIM what to do, earth PIG?"
"I don't know, but who are you to call me an earth pig?"
"Why, I AM ZIM!"
"No flipp'n duh! You've said that about eighty times already!"
Zim huffed, "You make a good argument. BUT, lowly human, WHY talk back to a more POWERFULL BEING such as myself?"
I face palmed, "Please, powerful being? You're no more than a pile of dog dookie to me."
"DOG DOOKIE? WHY YOU STUPID HUMAN-"
"QUIT CALLING ME HUMAN! I HAVE A NAME YOU KNOW!" I made a smirk, "plus, you're human too."
Zim spaced and growled insanely "OF COURSE IM HUMAN!"
"No he's not!" A voice yelled from behind.
A looked over my shoulders to see a big headed boy standing in his seat and dramatically pointing his finger at Zim.
"He's an alien!" He said, jumping from his seat and running towards us "He's an alien spy! He'll take you and experiment on you! He is an EVIL mastermind and is EVIL! He's totally insane and dangerous!" He kept ranting and stopped to take a breath, but instead of his rant he looked at me and stretched out his hand, "Hi, I'm Dib, what's your name?"
"Hazel and I find your rant annoying. More annoying than Zim's" I pushed Dib's hand away, "And I highly doubt he's an alien."
Zim jumped up, "Yes! That's right! Zim is no alien! Erm... Hazel! You are very smart to see my humanness!"
"Thanks..."
Dib looked at me and frowned, "But... Zim IS an alien!"
"And what if Zim WAS an alien?"
"He IS!"
I thought for a moment, "I guess that makes Zim awesome."
"But he wants to rule us all!"
"Then I'm his follower!"
"Really?" Zim smiled
"Sure," I chucked, "My commander!"
Zim hopped off the table and grabbed my arm, "Yes! This is the first in many to come to the side if the great ZIM!" He handed me a piece of paper, "As your commander we need to keep in touch, give me your base's assigned number so I may call you when needed!"
So we swapped numbers and then I realized something and I looked at Dib, "I think I just told Zim to call me..."
Dib made a concerned face, "You're part of his army now! He expects you to call in to do his evil bidding and vice versa!" He ran around like a lunatic "This is NOT good!"
And i went through the rest of the school day, quietly listening to Miss Bitters. Boring as school can get got even boringer.
After school I basically ran to the buses, pushing random kids out of my way, hoping not to run into Dib or Zim. Sadly I heard Dib's highly irritating voice.
"Hey Hazel!"
I groaned quietly and turned around, a fake smile plastered on my face, "Yes Dib?"
He kicked his boot on the ground, "Well, my family and I are going to Taco Hell, and my sister is bringing one of her friends and I was wondering if you'd like to come."
"Let's get this clear, I am NOT your friend, ok Dib?"
"I understand, but I was wanting to go more than that."
I twitched, "I am most defiantly not going with you as a date!"
"Could you at least fake it?"
"Why should I do that?"
"Well, it'd make my father think I'm normal, and maybe he won't be ashamed of me..." He looked so sad when he said that.
I cursed my conscience as I agreed to fake date him.
"Great! At two then!"
"Right..." I marched off, down trodden...