8D Another chapter!

As I prepped myself for school, I considered, for the billionth time, that maybe, just maybe, my actions yesterday had not been very well thought through. For one, I had slight burns on my hand and forearm because the food had soaked through my glove. Another, I had struck Dib in the middle of class which would probably make him hate me more. And last, I had left class too, which would probably earn me a detention.

My brow twitched in irritation as I rubbed my skin smoothing cream onto my cheeks. It was an Irken's duty to look perfect and no matter how much I 'disliked' my empire or thought that I was not good looking, I still had the basic instincts inscribed upon my daily life. Robotic arms came out and placed my wig and contacts on, when I looked in the mirror though I frowned. My hair looked somewhat silly. It was short on the sides, exposing that I had no ears, and thick on top with an extra long dollop in the middle that made me look like I had a black duckling bottom on my head. I turned my head this way and that but my hair just looked bad.

I checked the time from my PAK and saw that I didn't have time to make a new wig before school. I heaved a sigh and walked out of the cleansing room and upstairs.

"Watch the base while I am at school GIR." I commanded as usual, while walking out the door.

"OKIE DOKIE!" He shrilly replied.

I marched down the sidewalk grumpily and glared at everything. After a block or so I saw Dib come into view ahead of me. I sped up eagerly until I saw that he was walking with his scary sibling unit. She was one of the few things I was scared of and I was ultimately terrified of her. I grit my teeth and sped up a little, so that I might be able to hear their conversation. When I was about ten yards behind I could hear their voices clearly, even when my antennae were underneath my wig. Oh the wonders of having perfect Irken hearing.

"I can't believe you just let him get away with slapping you, Dib." Said Gaz with a mean laugh.

"Well he stalked off all pissed off like after words and I really didn't want to get slapped again." He replied, somewhat whiney. "Besides I would have gotten detention."

I grimaced at the reminder of how I would now have to spend extra time at school.

"Heh, yeah. I wonder why the hell he slapped you in the first place. You said you didn't say anything to him right?" The goth girl asked.

"No! I mean I glared at him but like seriously, he's never slapped me like that before. I don't get it." He said brooding. "He acts like a moody girl sometimes."

"So do you."

I shook my head irritated. How dare he compare me to one of these filthy Earth females? I stopped listening to them because we had arrived at the dreaded Hi Skool. This place seemed like my own personal purgatory. Following the rest of the students up the steps and pulling the heavy door open, I ambled down the poorly lit hallway, my boots clicking along with the hundreds of other feet on the tile. I found my locker and opened it to grab the things I would need for the first half of the day.

School truly was a pitiful experience. It was nothing compared to my Invader training on Irk. There I had been privately tutored and pushed to the limit. My classes taught me how to survive in life or death situations, how to fly any space ship, the easiest ways to hack into any computer system. My 'gym' class had consisting of extreme hand to hand combat and physical exercise that kept me in top condition. Here I sat in a desk almost all day to listen to someone drone on about things no one would ever need to know.

I slipped into my desk and prepared myself for the monotony when the bell rang and the morning announcements came on.

"Good morning students! It's another bright and shining day!" Said the painfully cheery voice on the intercom. The girl squeaked on about school lunch for today and sports events.

"And last, but definitely not least our school Talent Show is coming up! Do you have a talent you want to show off? More information in the front office! Goodbye!" The intercom clicked off and the teacher began to speak.

Talent show? I thought. Why, that would be the perfect way to show Dib what I've been thinking! But what talent do I have? I raised my hand high in the air and waved it around.

"Yes, Zim?" The teacher asked, annoyed.

"Can I go to the office?" I asked. I needed more information on this Talent Show.

"What for?" He droned.

"Erm…" I said. I couldn't think of a good excuse.

"Whatever. Just be quick with whatever it is." He said and flicked his fingers.

I jumped out of my seat and left the room quickly, all the while Dib's eyes were staring at me. I ran down the hall, steps echoing on the linoleum. I wretched the office door open and stepped up to the front desk.

"Can I get the information concerning the Talent Show?" I asked the secretary.

She pointed at a stack of yellow papers and I took one.

**TALENT SHOW**

ARE YOU TALENTED? DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEE YOUR TALENT? THEN SIGN UP FOR THE SCHOOL TALENT SHOW TODAY!

NAME: _

GRADE: _

TALENT:_

AUDITIONS ARE IN THE GYM ON THURSDAY AND FRIDAY AFTER SCHOOL. PLEASE TURN IN AUDITION SLIP BY THURSDAY MORNING.

I read the paper quickly and grabbed a pen off the desk. I filled in the first two spots easily but was a bit confused by the last. What was I good at? Destroying instantly came to mind, but that wasn't really an act. I tapped my chin with the pen and thought, my brow furrowed. Suddenly an idea came to me and I wrote it down quickly. I smiled at the paper and handed it to the woman. She took in and put in a box that had the words "TALENT SHOW AUDITIONS" written on the side.

"Be in the gym right after school on Thursday next week. You'll be the first one to go." She said in a bored voice.

"Okay." I said and walked out of the office. I couldn't wait to get home and practice.

Sooo, what do you guys think Zim's talent is?