Invader zim fan fic (my oc Zar)

Prom comes

Zar is walking around the school going to her next class when she saw a poster someone puts up in the middle of the hallway. She stops in front of it and begins to read it.

"Prom for all ages! New and old faces! The pre-k kids can even come, tho we are not liable if they get drunk!"

"Oh hey look Prom is around the corner, has it really been that long?" A familiar purple-haired girl walks up next to Zar.

"Prom? Isn't it that mating ritual that you humans have as teens? I thought it was only for the older ones?"

"Technically it's not a mating ritual but it might as well be considering how many teens I see making out like it's the end of the world; you would also think that it would only be for the older kids, but our school is different, it really likes it's drama so they do it for all age groups."

"Huh, are you going with anyone?"

"Nah, I don't really plan on going this year. Usually, if I do go there it's only to hang out with Dib, but even then he leaves me to go hang out with Zim."

"What? No one has ever asked you out?! But you're so pretty and strong and-!" Zar gets cut off by the bell.

"No one really wants to take the goth girl with the weird bother to a dance, I'll talk to you later." Gaz walks away.

Zar head to her social studies class with the teacher that despised her for really no reason other than the fact that she could answer most of the questions correctly. She wasn't able to pay attention for the whole class period because all she could think of was how upset she was that no one would ask Gaz out! I mean her hair always looks shiny and smooth, she had the greatest smile when she did smile, she was strong and acted like she didn't care when she actually did! The more Zar thought about Gaz, the more she realized that if no one would ask her to prom, she would have to! Though when Zar was thinking about going along with asking her out, she was brought back to reality when she heard her name being screamed and the teacher right infront of her.

"O-oh I'm sorry, did you ask me something?" Zar asks quietly.

"I'm a matter of fact I did, I asked you what caused the French Revolution back in the 1700s?" The teacher leads down awaiting Zar's answer

"Uhhhhhhhh, the rapid population growth?" She says uncertainty.

The teacher smiles an evil smile. "That's half right, which means you're wrong!"

"What?! But if I got it half right that means I got it half of it right and the other half I got wrong! That's not fair!"

"Maybe if you paid more attention to class instead of daydreaming maybe you'll have fewer problems in this classroom." The teacher turns in her heels and walks to the board.

'There is no way to work around this teacher, I guess she'll never like me' Zar shrugged and gets back to thinking about how to ask Gaz out.

(Hey guys this is more on the shorter chapters, but I just really wanna thank y'all for getting my story to number 15 #invaderzimoc! I really appreciate all of you who read this story and I hope y'all have a good day/night!)