Characters in this story belong to me though they are the children of characters from Invader Zim which is reserved to nickelodeon and Jhonen.
ANYWAYS! With the disclaimer out of the way I would just like to say… FUTURE OFFSPRINGS FOR THE WIN!
Chapter 2: A Weird Feeling
It was another dreadful Monday morning, since it was about 9:30 it meant only one thing; History class…
As the teacher at the front, Mr. Doldrums, had half of the class in a deep sleep with his lecture on the Boston Tea Party, the other half of the class had stuck themselves into their own little fantasy world, probably consisting of inappropriate and stimulating thoughts. Just an ordinary and routine Monday morning that the grade 10 class had learned to get used to in order to survive their pathetic and tiring life in Hi-Skool. Yes, in all this time that the school had been around, which was just less than 73 years; nobody had bothered to complain about or correct the incorrect spelling on the front of the school. It was truly a show of how pathetic and idiotic the entire race of humanity really was.
In the very back of the class, sitting in the row adjacent to the window sat an extremely bored looking teen. Her head rested on her hand as she stared ahead at nothing, the only movement she showed any effort to make was to push her square rimmed glasses up the bridge of her nose when they began to slide down. Her black hair fell over her shoulders in shiny, loose curls. On the wrist supporting her head she had some cheap watch she had found in a box of Count CocoaFang cereal when she was seven as well as a hair elastic and a band aid she had put there after one of the blades from a scroll saw in the tech room jumped out and scraped her. Under a dark blue jean jacket she wore a Greenday T-shirt. Her jeans were the same blue as her jacket. Her black boots went over her jeans and half way up her calf. Her gold eyes were drooping with exhaustion; her skin was slightly paler than usual. Finally she decided that she had tried to force herself to pay attention to what her teacher was trying to explain to the class long enough and pulled a sticky-note out of the front side-pocket in her binder. She tugged a small square of yellow paper off of the others and quickly jotted down:
'What are you doing for lunch?'
She quickly folded it in half and discreetly passed it to the girl sitting beside her, Gaby. Gaby had straight, bright, purple hair. Her perfectly straight bangs fell over her eyebrows while the two longest strands at the edge of her face were secured to the back of her head with bobby-pins. Covering both of her arms to her elbows was her extensive collection of jelly bracelets and silly bands large, white plastic, retro hoop earrings covered in green and yellow polka-dots hung from her ears. She was wearing yellowish green halter top under and lime green and bluish-green, button up, cotton shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up above her arm jewelry. Bright red skinny jeans and fluorescent yellow flip-flops had her sticking out like a sore-thumb, though she hardly cared.
After coming out of her boredom induced trance, Gaby snatched the note off of her desk and slowly slid it to her lap so that she could read it without anyone else seeing its contents. After scribbling on the paper in her purple glitter pen she passed it back.
'Was gonna brown bag it. Why? What you doing?'
The other girl quickly wrote her response and tossed it back again. The note gracefully landed on the desk.
'Same, and no reason. Meet me at the brick fence?'
Gaby turned and mouthed a "sure" before flashing a smile and revealing two rows of gleaming silver braces.
"Miss. Gabriella, Miss. Membrane!" Mr. Doldrums called on them; Gaby rolled her eyes at the fact that yet another one of her teachers was unable to pronounce her last name correctly and so used her full first name to address her. "Perhaps you two ladies would like to share what you found so amusing with the rest of the class or shall I read the note that was so much more important than this lesson to you girls?"
"Sorry, sir," the membrane daughter began, "It won't happen again."
"Be sure it does not happen again, or I will be sending you to speak with the vice principals." He told her before starting back up with his lesson.
"For the grand-daughter of the world's most renowned scientists; you're not very smart are you, Natalie?" the bratty, blonde in front of her whispers back to her. Her precious hair was straightened like hell and primped over her shoulders. Her eyes were squinty and brown and coated with insane amounts of make-up. Her cheeks looked like they were blushed with a sharpie marker and her lips were bright hooker red. Her wedged sandals, tiny skirt, and low cut hot-pink tank top; revealing the bust that her push-up bra created, only further added suspicion to the rumor about her and the entire football team, not that Natalie would put it past her. She twirled a piece of her stupid hair around a finger tipped with a stubby, ballet-slipper pink finger nail.
"Neither are you, so we're even, Mel." Natalie hissed back at her. She hated Mel for many reasons the biggest reason was the way she had managed to ruin any relationship she was able to make: friendships, boyfriends and girlfriends, acquaintances. Somehow, she had an annoying ability to convince everyone she was to be shied away from. Natalie had few friends, only two she could think of off the top of her head, Gaby was her best-friend and though Mel tried to break the two apart from each other, she had yet to succeed. Her advances often lead to Gaby flipping her off and calling her names she couldn't understand. Her other friend was her cousin, though she doubted he considered her the same way, if anything she was a nuisance in his eyes. He was 3 months older than her and just like his mother, liked to keep an extreme focus on his games.
All of a sudden the lunch bell rang. The teacher stopped talking and looked at the clock, obviously not noticing the time earlier, before he excused the class. As the students collected their stuff and left the room Natalie started to talk to her friend. "Doesn't she just drive you mad? One of these days I'm going to punch her perfect little teeth right out!" She swore out loud.
"Meh…" Gaby shrugged, picking up the rest of her books, "my mum always said not to let people like that get to you. She's an attention whore and as nasty as spoiled milk. Karma will come and get her in time, we don't really have to do anything but put up with her."
"That's the problem right there," Natalie continued as they left the room and headed towards her locker, "putting up with her is impossible. She feeds off of other people's misery!" They got to the beat-up and dirty locker and Natalie began to twist in her combination. Before the door popped open and she put her books inside, grabbed a paper bag filled with her lunch and slamming the door shut again to make sure it would stay closed and not remain open to allow its contents to be stolen by the scum the school had to offer.
Once Natalie had her lunch the two started to make their way down the stairs to get to Gaby's locker. "You should be use to people like that by now, Nat." Gaby pointed out, using her nickname.
"How so?" She questioned.
"You're cousin, the majority of this school, Bienta, Moxi, Xna…" The spontaneously dressed female listed.
"It's hard for intelligent people to learn to get use to dumbasses." Natalie nonchalantly responded with a shrug as Gaby opened her own locker with a giggle.
After Gaby had her lunch and her books were away the two headed to the side of the school towards the brick fence, where Natalie's cousin was already sitting under a tree planted in the area. His eyes were glued to his Game Slave VIII, his eyes were, as always, hidden behind his long, messy, purple hair; it was a shaggy but stylish mess that only revealed his face from chin to nostrils. A tight grey shirt with thin, black stripes covered hi torso. His legs were dressed in ripped skater jeans, the same skull necklace his grandmother had given his mother hung from his belt loops along with his studded belt.
His style scared many, his personality scared the rest.
Natalie tossed her lunch onto the top of the bricks, careful that it didn't go over before pulling herself up and dangling her feet from the edge. Her cousin made an irritated sound and sneered when her climbing disturbed his game by getting in the way of his light. Gaby sat Indian-style on the ground by her feet.
As Natalie pulled a ham sandwich out of my bag she began to speak, "Hey, Ziv?" her cousin merely grunted to let her know he had heard and was somewhat listening. "Is your band still performing this Saturday?"
"Yes, now stop bothering me…" he grumbled never once turning away from his game.
"You have a gig?" Gaby suddenly became interested and put her apple sauce down to pay full attention to her best friend's purple haired relative. "Where?"
"At some cheap café down town; the new one." Ziv continued hitting the buttons with a vengeance towards the blood pigs his gaming skills were slaughtering. "I still need to find a new bass guitarist 'cause Harv has the chickenpox. Not like he's that great, so it should be easy." He shrugged. Ziv was the lead singer and guitarist in a hard rock band he formed in the seventh grade, they were becoming better known and got gigs here and there, they weren't that great but improvement was apparent over the 3 years they had been playing together.
Gaby and Natalie continued eating while Ziv pounded the buttons on his game. Time had passed and they finished their eating and Ziv passed over most of the levels of his game, only a few boss levels and some secret levels he need to beat and unlock, so they began talking again. When the 15 minute warning bell went off Gaby stood up and ran off waving and shouting "goodbye" to Natalie and Ziv.
Natalie hoped of the wall and tossed her empty paper bag in the trash next to the tree as Ziv stood from his place on the ground. They had their next class together; Science. Something Natalie enjoyed and Ziv didn't fall asleep or game during. They had grabbed their books and were half way down the hall to the science room, ready to start their next exercise before they had to take notes at the end of the class when Ziv suddenly stopped. Natalie turned around at hearing the absence of her cousin's footsteps beside her.
"Is something wrong?" Natalie asked cautiously taking slow steps towards him.
Ziv shook his head from side to side, as if to clear it. "No." he was back to his monotonous self as he continued to walk towards the class, "I just got a weird feeling. It's nothing, probably just paranoia; possibly anxiety about the upcoming performance and having to find a new bass player."
As they entered the class Natalie still looked skeptical. The teacher, Mr. Xplode, smiled and welcomed them into the class merrily, but the two simply ignored him and continued to their seats.
'Ziv doesn't get those feelings unless something really bad has happened…' Natalie thought to herself, 'I hope I'm wrong…'
And with that thought, the class started with the teacher explaining the new topic they would be starting today and handing out sheets with some exercises and questions.
Well there's chapter 2!
You have officially met Dib's daughter, Gaz's son and ?'s daughter! A cookie to whoever can guess who her mommy is! The part about her having braces might help a little ;)
also! Xna is Zim's daughter and you will meet her next chapter! (her name is pronounced zee-nah) oh! And the characters in this belong to me! Do NOT claim them as your own (unless it's the teacher's cause I don't care about them) You can thank my friend Katie Hedgie (her page can be found in my fav authors list) for the science teacher's name! READ HER STORY! Also I would love to see some fiction art about the characters or the scenes! Make sure to send me a link/show me if you do! Anonymous reviews are open as always! As are signed reviews and very welcome!