Growing up, learning, being alive,
It really is boring.
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The house right besides mine was a slim yet tall, green house with a purple roof and door, which looks like one of those men's bathroom doors. It has a satel...
Looking back at my desk, I used my hand to cover my sight from Dib, pretending I didn't know him.
Which technically, I didn't.
Dib gets in the face of the guy to his left, pointing to his own ears.
Zim looks down embarrassed. “Yes.”
The others look angrily at Dib.
Man, I tried to help him.
“Man, Dib. You think that just 'cause someone looks different, you can call them an alien?”
Cancel culture.
“I guess Old Kid's an alien too, huh?”
I swiftly turned in my chair seeing an extremely old looking person. “How's it goin'?”
They even sound out!
“Okay, see this is us-” Dib bypassed Ms. Bitters (who was still preaching about us being doomed) using a pointer to point to a sketch on the chalkboard of a man labeled ‘Normal Human Being’
Where did that drawing come from?
“-Now over here, over here is Zim.” Dib pointed to a sketch of an Irken labeled ‘Zim’. “See the difference? Anyone? Anyone? Questions?”
Another kid brike the silence, “Yeah, what's wrong with you? All you talk about is aliens and ghosts and seeing Bigfoot in your garage!”
“He was using the belt sander…” Dib attempted to defend himself.
“Yeah, he's always saying stuff. I remember that one time, whoo!” I covered my mouth, muffling the snort that came out from Zim's response.
“Hey! You just got here!” Dib growls out standing in front of our two desks. “Don't let him trick you! I know what I'm talking about, and there it is... sitting right there!”
“Well, he does look... pretty weird.”
“Yeah! And he is sitting!”
Dib grinned with euphoria, “Ya see? Actual proof that all the things I've been saying are actually right! Finally, a way to prove that I'm, that I'm…”
“...That I'm crazy!” Zim belt out, imitating Dib.
“Okay, now that makes sense!” “Man, we almost believed him!”
His quick high ended as he glared at the alien, who did the exact same back.
“Aliens are real! Someone has to believe me!” He gasps in desperately.
The room was silent once again.
With a quiet sigh, my hand shakingly raised. “I believe you.”
His brown eyes connected with mine once again, fulfilling my need for at least one of their attention.
“I belive you” my voice came out in a whisper, looking at his bewildered expression.
“Doom, doom, doom. Go home now!” Ms. Bitters voice echoed back into my mind as the school bells rang.
With a sigh, I followed behind the stampede of teenagers.
Interfering in the show already. For some reason I couldn't help but say something. My words itched at my throat, before I opened my mouth.
Tracing the ride to school in reverse, my eyes glanced around my environment remembering everything.
The cul-de-sac I was across the street from made me smile. Lovely. I didn't get lost.
A high pitched sound caused me to look around. Like the sound you'd hear in a cartoon when something was falling.
“Hey, wait a minute! what the? Ahhhhhh!”
“Huh?” My lip curled in disgust, turning around to see something large zoom towards my face.
With a shriek I entended to either do a gta pedestrian jump out of the way but I was too slow as the rocket like object slammed into my gut carrying me with it.
“Ahhhh”
I suppose my weight threw the ‘rocket’ off course as it tilted throwing me off of it, and onto the cemented sidewalk.
A heavy weight dropped onto my body, sending a short pulse of pain through me.
“What the fuck?” I whisper out, opening my eyes to find the green little alien settled on top of me.
His wig was a bit lopsided, three finger edges hands tightened on my shoulders as he regained his sense of direction.
“Zim?” I gasp out, cringing as his knee dug into my gut. My poor stomach.
The small Invader looked down at me, his already huge eyes widened seeing me below him. A snarl came across his face for a second, “earth filth”
“Well fuck me then” I groan out.
“There you are.” A familiar voice yells out.
Turning my head, I recognized the figure of Dib emerging from the smoke trail, left from the ‘rocket’.
Zim made a noise quickly standing up (ON MY STOMACH) and running to his front door. “Quick! Get in the house, GIR! Hurry!”
The door opens and his weird parent robots greet him, “Welcome home, son!”
The door shuts behind them and Dib runs past me and pounds on it.
With a groan I rolled onto my hands and knees, slowly getting to my feet.
“Your little tricks won't fool me, Zim! I know where you live now!” Dib sticks his head up against the window.
“I hope we have icyhot” I mutter limping to my house.
A rather comical scene occurring, with Dib banging on the hiding Zims house as their other classmate practically crawled to her house in pain.
“You can't hide forever! And if you can, then I'll wait forever!”
Lasers pop out of the pupils of one of the lawn gnomes. The aiming system zooms in Dib's sleep cuffs.
“I've been preparing for this all my life!”
A laser bolt from the lawn gnome disintegrates the cuffs.
“Okay... I'm going to go home now and prepare some more!”
Aaaaand he gave up.
“But I'll be back, and from here to the ends of the Earth, Zim—”
Dib continued to talk as I entered my house.
“Welcome home-” Mother greets walking through the foyer with a mug in hand, “What the hell happened to you? You look like shit.”
Taking in a deep breath I held in my rude comment.
“Oh… I'm just a mirror.”
Well… I held it back as long as I could.
She glared at me, before lifting her lips into a small smile. “Alright. Need any help with those?”
My eyes glanced down at the cuts on my pajamas, showing small/large scraps on my skin.
“yes please.”
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