Shoot, I forgot to put an author's note at the bottom AGAIN! Sorry I haven't been writing for a while, but I completely forgot about updates until now. Responding to comments:
MariSakura: Awesome! Glad you think so.
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JustBelieve GoBeyond: All of the above, and Dib's not the one searching for answers.
I'm really sorry, and please, Rate, Review, And GIR!
I AM ZIM! (I guess I'll be writing in multiple POV's again…) And I have no clue what was going on in the Ella-human's mind. She pushed Dib-thing and I out of her house at sundown, she seemed very nervous as she did, and as I left I heard crashing noises from inside. I was going to ask her about it the next day, but she wasn't there. Not the next day either. On Friday, She sat in the corner instead of her usual seat between Dib-worm and I. She was definitely hiding something. When it was time for Biology, she walked very quickly and stiffly to our next class. I followed as fast as I could, but I heard something the popular girls were talking about.
"Ella looks mad." "Ooh, look at Zim, he's following her." "He looks worried." "Lovers' quarrel, maybe?" I was a bit taken aback by that last statement. 'Lovers' quarrel'? What does that mean? I know quarrel means an argument, but what's a 'lover'? I could ask Ella in Biology. When I finally made it into the classroom, Ella had already pushed her chair as far away from me as possible. She barely even looked up from her doodle as I sat down. I looked with avid curiosity at her drawing. Or should I say masterpiece? Because she can draw really well. She was drawing a woman with a loose dress and long black hair that reached her feet. Her eyes were red and she had a malevolent look on her face. Blood dripped from her nails. She was beautiful, in a deadly sort of way. She reminded me of a tiger, about to strike her prey. In a loosely done scrawl below her, it read "Dementia." Her creator, Ella, realized I was staring and jerked her paper away.
"Zim is sorry," I apologized. She said nothing, but looked at me as if I was going to explode and kill her or something. "I was just wondering; I heard some girls say we were 'lovers.' What are lovers?"
"Wow, they said that? I'm gonna kill them for that!" She said, finally speaking for the first time all day. "Well, lovers are people who are in love with each other," she explained.
"Love?"
"Wow, you are nuts. Love is a very positive feeling, something that some people search for years to find. It's very powerful," she said, exasperated.
I had a lot of respect for Ella, I heard she was expelled for breaking a kid named Cole's jaw. But having 'very positive, powerful feelings for her'? Nope. Not going to happen. "So, should Dib-stink and I come to your house again?" I asked. "Or should we go to your house?" She looked like I had a time bomb on my head again.
"Oh, um, could we go to your house instead? I- Oh, look, it's time for lunch, well, I'm sure aliens have to eat too, so, I'll just be going now!" She ran out the door before I could protest and left me in her dust again. I walked up to her and remembered the original reason I wanted to speak to her. Wait, she just said alien when she was describing me. Why does every new girl we get have to find out about me? It's like a formula or something in all these sick stories.
"Wait, Ella, why did you push me and Dib out of your home? It's strange," I asked. She looked as if the time bomb on my head just went from 3:00 to 0:10.
"Uh, ah, well, I, um, yeah. Heheh… go away, please," she whispered nearly inaudibly. I got the hint but pressed my case further.
"Tell me," I demanded.
She shook her head. "I can't."
"Tell me!" I shouted, and all the humans in the hall turned to look at me.
"God, Zim, have you gone completely insane?" Dib-thing screamed from down the hall.
I squeezed harder.
"Zim, stop! You're hurting me!" She strained, and I realized I had my hand around her throat. I stared in shock at my gloved hand and felt myself hit the floor.