Introducing chapter 2! I'm really starting to get 'in to' this story. Which is a good thing. The more I get into it, the better I write. If I write and I'm not into it, I write terribly. Mmmmk, let's get on with it!
I do not own Invader Zim... But I do own Dizzy.
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The sun was now high in the sky. The moment Zim, Dib and Dizzy stepped on the new school grounds, they all knew things would be different. Much different. The Skool was bigger, crawling with humans, in Zim's words. Dizzy was very excited once she saw the inside of the school, so she pulled Zim to thir first class. Zim once again groaned when he found out Dizzy had almost the same schedule as he did. Four classes, in fact. Fortunately, she forgot to drag Dib to his class.
Dib stood uncomfortably hundreds of teenagers passed him by in the hallway. His last school didn't have this many people. As he walked to his first class, he found some people staring at him. He wasn't used all the attention, so he walked alittle faster to his first period. As he sat in a random desk in the back of the classroom, it still seemed like people were looking at him. He could have sworn his math teacher also gave him a strange glance. He buried his face in a book, just to feel alone for awhile. After first period ended, he collected his homework and rushed out of the classroom, accidentally bumping into Dizzy.
"Hay, Dib!" She greeted gleefully. Dib cracked a smile. He somehow felt comfortable when Dizzy was around. "I'm about to go into math with Zim. Is it a hard class?
Dib shrugged. "Truthfully, I wasn't really paying attention." Dizzy never let go of her smile. She skipped into class, pulling behind her an annoyed Zim.
Dib came to his locker, number 423, and pulled out more books he needed for his next class. As he closed his locker door, an african american boy appeared from behind it. He stepped in front of Dib. Some other teenage boys surrounded him.
"You a funny lookin kid." Said the boy in front of Dib. Dib looked around - they were the only ones in the hallway.
"Uhm... Thanks.." Dib said quietly. He tried to get out of the circle of people, but they stopped him. Immediently, before he could think, the group slapped down his books, held him against his own locker, and beat him. One of the boys held his hand over Dib's mouth, making him unable to cry out for help. After the laughing, the insults, the beatings, they left him in the hallway. One boy gave Dib a last kick before they left, saying how fun it was to beat up the kid.
Dib searched for his glasses. He felt chunks of glass sitting on the floor, and realized those gang of kids must have broken them purposely. Accidentally, he cut the palm of his hand by laying it on a chunk of glass. He grabbed the rim of his glasses and looked through it - the magnifying glass was gone. Well, most likely on the floor. He threw the broken glasses across the hallway and struggled to lift himself from the floor. He only ended up tumbling over himself. He felt it would be better if he waited until class ended so someone - maybe Dizzy or Zim - could help him to the nurse.
His palm bled on the floor from the cut. Dib had a strange feeling come over him, and strangely... He liked it. He let the trail of blood continue its way onto the floor. He stared into nothing. He remembered this feeling - a long time ago. A feeling of calmness. All the worry and sadness he stored inside of him withered away for that moment. He stayed this way for 45 minutes until the dreaded school bell sounded, and all of those terrible feelings Dib had flooded back to him. No longer was he in his calm little world, but was now surrounded by hundreds of teenagers crowding the hallway. He couldn't see anything, but he heard them. He heard Dizzy's shriek of terror, and he knew that she had found him sitting there. Dizzy put her hands on Dib's shoulders, panting loudly.
"Dib, what happened?!"
"Move away, Dizzy. Go get the nurse human." This was obviously Zim.
"O-okay..!" Dizzy said in a sort of panicky voice. Dib could hear her footsteps echo through the hallway. He could feel people staring at him again. He could feel them staring at him. The ones who beat him in the first place.
Dib sat on the stool in the nurse's office. The nurse was kind enough to tell the principle to excuse him from his classes, and call his father to take him home.
He knew Dizzy was outside of the nurse's ofice, waiting eagerly to here if he was okay. He didn't look at her as she continuously peeked through the office's window. He lowered his head and stared at the floor. His red trench coat hung on a rack by the door, revealing many bruises going up his arm. He remembered the cut on his palm. He lifted his left hand from his side and stared at it. He remembered the good feeling he had. He remembered his peaceful, calm state of mind. How did it happen? Why did it happen as he felt this pain?
He put his questioning aside for now. He heard a knocking on the office door. "Son, are you in there?" Asked a familiar voice.
"Yeah, dad, I'm in here. You can come in." Dib replied. Dib wasn't all that happy to see his father. They barely talked anymore, and they never bonded in years. These days his father didn't care where he went or what he did. Dib was fine with that for awhile, but later on it got old. He missed his father's attention.
Dr. Membrane entered the room quietly. He sighed as he scanned Dib's body. "What happened, son?"
"Nothing." Dib said bluntly. His father didn't respond for a moment, then took Dib by the arm and lifted him form his seat.
"We'll talk about this when we get home." Dr. Membrane said. He let go of Dib's arm and started out the door. Dib knew what 'we'll talk about it later' meant. In code, it meant, 'No. I don't care what happened. I don't care you are hurt, and I'll leave you at home until you heal. Eat your vegetables.' And angry expression grew on Dib's face. He now hated being ignored. He grabbed the stool he sat in and threw it against the wall untill all of it's legs were completely broken off. H walked out the door to find a frightened irken girl, staring at him with big, scared eyes. She had heard him throwing the stool.
He didn't say anything to her. He just passed her by. She couldn't understand. No one could understand the anger building inside him was killing him.
When he hopped into his dad's car, there was an awkward silence. Dib was used to it. He reached into his backpack to take out his MP3 player, but his dad stopped him. "What happened at school, son? Who did this to you?"
Dib rolled his eyes. "You don't care."
"How
can you say that?" Dr. Membrane said in a serious voice. "You
know I care completely!"
"No, dad. You completely
don't."
After a few moments of his dad scolding him, the car became silent. Dib put the headphones to his ears and erased everything that his father said. Everything that happened today. He tried to go back into a peaceful state of mind again, but it was no use. His head was still filled with depression and worry.
"I'll get you some new glasses tomorrow." Dr. Membrane said. Dib ignored him. He was in his own world now.
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Sorry for updating so fast. I just wanted to get this chapter done.
This chapter in a nutshell: Dib was beaten in the hallway by some gang and was found by Dizzy and Zim - and pretty much everyone else, but no one was really a big help. Dib accidentally cut his hand on some glass while he was sitting in the hallway, and somehow was sent into a peaceful state of mind. A feeling he hadn't had in years. Angry at his father, Dib destroys a stool in the nurses office, leaving Dizzy completely frightened of him at that moment.
Stay tuned for chapter 3!
