Hey sorry I didn't get this in sooner my internet was turned off for a while. Anyway, I only have ocs for this chapter sooo… I got nothing.
GIR: YAY! DANCIN WEENIES!
Me: wait… you're not even in this chapter!
GIR: I went through the opener taco…
Zim: what the defective sir unit means is that THE ALMIGHTY ZIM and his less superior robot slave GIR went through the INFERIOR HUMAN DOOR!
Me: oooookkkkkaaaaayyyy. Well… GET OUT!
Zim: okay, okay, the ALMIGHTY ZIM and GIR are leaving now!
Me: finally. Anyway, as a wise robot once said, TAQUITOS!
When I walk into my classroom, not many people look up. They're used to me being late by now. I give Ms. Goldstein, my language arts teacher, my late pass and take a seat next to my best friend Jessica. For some reason, I already know the material so I pretend to take notes but draw instead. "This is so boring!" Jessica exclaims, "I learned this in like third grade and we're in high school!"
I reply, "I know. That's why I'm drawing."
"Haha. Watcha drawing?" she asks.
"I dunno. Random stuff I guess." I say. One of the drawings was a triangle with a circle in the middle, with something like really simplified antennae on top. I'm not sure what the symbol is though.
Suddenly, I feel a shock from my backpack into my spine. What the heck? I think. Jess lets out a gasp and looks at me like I'm a monster. "What?" I ask, confused. Then I look down at my arms. They're green! Oh no. "A-A-A-A-ALIEN!" Jess screams. Then the entire class went into chaos. Ms. Goldstein shouts, "EVERYBODY STAY CALM!" even though she looks terrified of me. "I'm going to call the police!" great. Now the cops are after me. I jump up and sprint out of the class as she calls 911.
Okay, this one was REALLY short. Oh well. Maybe I'll post multiple chapters today since my internet was down for so long… ONLY IF YOU REVIEW THOUGH! Sooo… review I guess. SEE YA SUCKERS! TUNA FOOT ROCKETS ACTIVATE! *flies through the ceiling* OOOOOWWWWW! STUPID CEILING! Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I'm pretty much insane. Okay, not just pretty much. I AM insane. In a good way. I'm like a creative insane… I'm just babbling aren't I? I DO THAT A LOT. Sorry. SEE YA!