Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 9)Zim closed his eyes, and hummed his strange tune, as he waited for Gaz to return. He was badly injured; the bullet wound would not heal very quickly.Gaz walked into the room, a plate full of waffles in her hands, "Here, GIR decided to make you some waffles."Zim tried to sit up, but all he could do is moan in pain. Gaz sat the waffles down, and helped Zim sit up, putting pillows behind of him for support."Thank you." He whimpered.Gaz nodded and placed the Waffles in front of him, he began to eat."I think we should discuss what happened." Zim said while swallowing.Gaz nodded, knowing that he needed to know sooner or later, "You and Dib got into a big fight, I really don't know why. But you two ended up shooting one another."Zim looked up from his plate, "Is Dib-stink dead?""I don't think so. That hunk of alien junk that he is always working on came and picked him up. I don't know where it took him, or even if he is alive."Zim growled, "That insolent fool! He should never keep yo
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 8)WARNING: This has alot of violence! this is intended for Pg13 audiences and older! Can't say i didn't warn you!__________________________________Dib waited angrily outside of the hi-skool. He passed back and forth, waiting for his sister and for Zim.Time ticked by, and he felt like crying. Why would Zim steal his only safe heaven? How would he? Why would he? Dib begged his brain for the answers that seemed so obvious.Finally, it was three and the teens and young adults began to run out of the building.Dib rang his knuckles, he meant business. Then to his dismay, he saw Zim, walking closely beside of Gaz. Gaz was actually smiling and laughing at something Zim had said. That was the final straw, Dib ran up to them."Hey Zim!" Dib yelled, making Zim look up. Suddenly pain went though Zim's squeedlyspooch and he knelt on the ground. Dib had just struck himZim stood and struck Dib in the face, knocking off his glasses. Dib growled, and went to hit Zim back, but Gaz grabbed his arm, "W
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 7)Author's note: Hey people I love that yew guys are so into this!!! i am happy to announce that in this chapter there is a song! yay music!!! anyway here is the link, play while you read or read then play yay!!! This song is only for the first part of this chapter, when you reach the part about the moon, you can exit the song. . . here's the link: http://www.4shared.com/mp3/xFxrcxQA/04_Youre_Dead_Wrong.htm____________________________________________________________In biology Gaz sat flustered, and completely unwilling to continue, when Zim sat beside of her."Gaz-beast, can I the almighty ZIM, sit next to you?" He asked.Gaz looked at him and shrugged, "Whatever."Zim smiled, but his mind was in other places. He was wondering why he loved being so close to her. He couldn't help but sit next to her, and he felt so happy when he did. Zim felt a sort of longing when she was not near him. He did not understand why, but he did not question it.The teacher walked in, "Hello class, I am Mr.
Invader zim: Hi-Skool (chapter 6)Dib awoke to the sound of his alarm, which was telling the weather forecast. The weather man stated that there was going to be a heavy rain in the afternoon.Dib took this as a bad sign but he still got up, and went to the restroom. He finally after months looked well rested, but his hair was still in a type of bed head mode.He brushed it out and then proceeded to brush his teeth; he needed to look nice for his Dad, who he only sees a couple times a year.Dib ran to his room and quickly put on his clothes. Then he proceeded to Gaz's room to wake her up. Nerveless he found that she was not there; he shrugged guessing that she probably got an early start, and was on her way to skool. Little did Dib know that he was right, but not with someone he would like her to be with.He ran down the stairs, and into the kitchen. His Dad greeted him with what appeared to be a smile, "Why hello son!""Hey Dad." Dib said while sitting at the kitchen table."Dib my boy, where is your sister?" Asked Pro