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Ms. Bitters is a decrepit old lady covered in wrinkles, with a white bun, black dress, glasses, and fingers like a demon's claws. Sitting in her class, listening to her drone on and on about how the world is doomed, I found my mind wandering to other things. As I looked out the window into the baby blue sky I wondered, what else is out there? My thoughts were broken as the door opened and I looked to the front of the classroom. A boy stood there. Normally that would be nothing of consequence, except that this particular male had green skin, no ears, and hair that belonged in the 60s.
Ms. Bitters spoke, "This is Zim, the newest bag of useless appendages to join our class. If you have something to say, say it now, because afterwards I do not want to hear a single word out of you."
Zim put on a very fake smile, pointed teeth showing, "I am a perfectly normal human worm-baby. Pay no attention to me and we'll get along just fine."
As Zim finished speaking Dib began his usual rant about aliens and such. Dib is a total dweeb, thick glasses, stupid looking black hair, and a head far too big for his scrawny neck. Plus, he's the skool's resident crazy, always going on about paranormal crap. I tuned him out quite effectively, only looking up when I heard my name.
"Zim, you will sit next to (f/n)." Ms. Bitters said, pointing to the desk next to mine. Once everything had settled down I decided I would return to my pondering. I looked over to the side when I felt eyes on me. Zim quickly turned his head away. I raised my eyebrow questioningly before I resumed my former position
*** Time Skip ***
The rest of the day dragged on as per the norm, that is, until lunch. The bell rang and all of the kids piled out the door in one massive horde. Within seconds the only people in the classroom were Zim, Dib, and myself. 'Oooooh no,' I thought to myself, holding my temples between my middle finger and thumb. As to be expected, there was a confrontation.
"And what, exactly, do you think you're doing here, alien?" Dib said in an accusatory tone.
"What?! I am no alien! How dare such a disgusting, smelly human accuse me, ZIM, of such a thing!" Zim responded, a very fake hurt tone in his voice, one which was soon overtaken by ego-driven pride.
"I know what you are, ALIEN, and once I expose your true nature I'll-" Dib began.
Zim grinned, cutting him off and saying, "They'll never believe you. None of those filthy dirt children will see through a disguise created by the great and mighty ZIIIIM!"
I had always secretly hoped aliens existed. Although I'm not nearly as bad as Dib, I've always been attracted to the idea. They obviously had forgotten I was there, so I cleared my throat loudly as Dib was about to respond. "What was that just now about 'filthy dirt children?' hmm?" I said, arms folded and one eyebrow raised. The two boys gaped at me, as though I had materialized out of thin air.
"W-what?" Dib stuttered, "when did you get here (f/n)?"
"I've been standing here the whole time, dumb-ass." I replied, unenthused. I stared past his glasses and deep into his eyes, saying, "Just because someone's different, Dib, doesn't give you an excuse to bully them." turning to the green boy gaping at me I said, "Oh, and by the way, I knew you were an alien as soon as you walked through that door Zim. So don't try to pull the ignorant act on me again." with that I walked out the door, (h/l) (h/c) flipping slightly as I turned on my heel, leaving the two boys to their staredown.