I scowl at her.
"Don't tell me to shut up, Tak!" I snap, walking out the door. She sneers. It annoys me. When we get to the lunchroom, I sit at a table and stare at it. I hate it. What has the table ever done for Zim? She sits at the same table, but far away from me. I scowl again.
"What's YOUR problem?" she asks. I glare at her.
"None of your business." I say. Tak sighs and stares at the wall. Something we both do quite a lot during classes.
"Hey there, space-boy." Crap. Friggin' Dib. I turn around and growl.
"I'm not in the mood for your insanity, Dib-stink. Go back to your hole and dig to Hell." I say. Dib stares at me. I can feel hatred boiling up inside both of us. I must say, it's almost fun for I ZIM! To fight Dib. I always win. He says otherwise, but he is STUPID!
"What are you plotting today, Zim? Some sort of robotic zebra again? Remember last time you tried that!" he says. I shudder. I don't want to remember THAT.
"I'm not planning anything, worm-beast. Go and have your sister beat you." I say. He glares at me. I glare back. I'm not sure if Tak notices any of this, but is she does, she doesn't care. She wouldn't in any case. Why would she? We hate each other.
"I'll get you one day, Zim. And when I do, you'll be sorry you ever came to Earth." He says. I laugh.
"Your petty excuses amuse me." I say. I whisper something so that the other child-humans can't hear. "They'll never believe you, Dib." I say, tauntingly. His eye twitches. I can tell I'm getting to him. It's fun.
"I'll strap you down to the table myself! And then we'll dissect you, like a frog in science class!" he snaps. I can see that humans are noticing. I try to act 'normal'.
"Eh…don't threaten me, Dib! You're crazy if you think I'M an alien! I mean, LOOK AT ME! I wear pants." Children just nod round me and pay no more attention. A look of disbelief spreads across Dib's face.
Idiot.
"Ugh! I hate you!" he snarls. I smirk.
"And what are you going to do about it?" I taunt. I can see Dib reach into his pocket and grab something.
"I guess random ham in my pocket is finally paying off." He says. Before I can do anything, he throws something at my face. It hurts. Bad. Really bad. Really REALLY bad. I can feel heat, a lot of it, against my cheek. I try to stand, but I fall on the floor. That hurts too. I can hear him laugh. That hurts me. I try to kneel, but I just collapse. I hear the burning, and the smell of smoke around me.
It seems like a lot of things hurt me right now.
I don't know what hurts more. The fact that it's searing my face, or the fact that no one is helping me.
-/-
Title says it all!