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"Zim!" Dib yelled. Zim looked back.
"So are you still coming to my house on Friday?"
"Dib-human, even if my body was thrown off a cliff, dipped in water, then showered in staples, I'd still come." Zim smiled.
"Great! I can show you around without trying to kill you." Zim laughed.
"And I can be in there without being killed!" The bell rang.
"I gotta go to my special ed classes now, Zim." Dib said solemnly.
"Um, Dib…?"
"Yes, Zim?"
"I was wondering if maybe sometime after school I could help you with your homework?" Dib shrugged.
"That'd be cool, I guess."
"Okay!" Zim smiled.
"I'll see you during lunch." Dib walked away kind of quickly, stumbling a little. He tripped. Zim ran over.
"Are you alright, human?" He bent down to help Dib. Dib stood up kind of nervously.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He stood up and scurried away. He was embarrassed.

"ZIM! Why are you late?"
"Dib tripped in the hallway, and I was helping him."
"SIT DOWN!" Miss Bitters hissed, not believing him. Since Miss Bitters found out about what happened to Dib, she had a lot less respect for Zim. It was a new excuse to scare him beyond imaginable and torture him.
"Yes ma'am." There was a character change in Zim. He was politer to humans. Especially Dib. And Professor Membrane. And even Gaz.
Miss Bitters grunted.
"Today, class, we are going to learn about a mole. Do any of you know what a 'mole' is in chemistry?" Zim looked down at his feet sadly. He knew that if Dib didn't need special education, he'd be the first one up there, explaining to the class what a "mole" was. Better than Miss Bitters ever could.

Zim raised his hand.

"Miss Bitters, I know what a mole is." Miss Bitters growled. She didn't want HIM up there.
"Demonstrate." She handed Zim a piece of chalk.
"A mole," Zim said, "is written like this." He wrote the number 602,200,000,000,000,000,000,000 on the board.
"It's pronounced: six-hundred two sextillion two-hundred quintillion. He wrote 6.022x10^23 on the board.
"This is how it's written in scientific notation. " He walked back to his desk, eyes closed in self-satisfaction. Miss Bitters stood there in amazement. The boy was amounting to something after all.

Zim was exited for the second half of the day. He'd be able to be with Dib. He immediately found Dib.
"Hi, Dib!" Dib looked up.
"Hi, Zim."
"How were you classes?"
"Good. Yours?" Zim turned around. He heard someone shout "NERD BOY!" across the classroom at him. Zim ignored it.
"They were fine. I demonstrated to this class what a mole was."
"Oh…" Their conversation was cut off my Miss Bitters's harsh voice.
"Everyone, take your seats. We will now begin the English portion of class. Take out your textbooks and turn them to page six-hundred thirty eight." Dib slammed his textbook loudly on the table.
"I can't find that page!" He yelled. Zim rushed over.
"Here, Dib." Zim smiled.
"This is the page we are supposed to be on." Dib smiled in relief.
"Thanks." Zim practically skipped back to his own desk. Was he finally making amends with Dib?

Just a little?

"The two most important days of you life are the day you were born, and the day you find out why."
-Mark Twain

I apologize for my true nerdiness shining though in this chapter, and, alas, the short length of it. I hope you all like the quote I picked out for it!
All the stuff about the "mole" I put I this chapter are true. I really love science, so if anyone wants to PM me about their deep passion for some scientific topics, please share. :)