Invader Zim - Lost Chronicles of Doom! - Continuous Novel

Chapter One - The New Girl

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The bell rang, a monotonous sound echoing through the halls, dragging the bored kids into reality. The hallways were flooded with kids, every one of them piling into the lunch room. Each kid got their lunch and sat in the same seats they did on Friday: The freaks in the corner, the popular people in the middle, Dib and Gaz on the side, and poor lonely Zim by himself at the table next to the hairy lunch lady.

But Zim did not need friends, he had a mission--he spent his every waking moment plotting his every move, even if it's as little as a tack on a chair. Dib, however desired friends as much as any kid would, but thanks to his abnormally large head and his paranormal studies, everyone thinks he's insane. He kept his secrets secret, however. Weakness wouldn't save Earth, horrible tests done on Zim would.

"Look, Gaz, he's doing it again! He doesn't even eat the food, he just picks at it! What normal human boy doesn't like cafeteria food?!" Dib exclaimed, creating a fist in his hand. He despised Zim, the little alien. Surely, in time, someone will notice that he hasn't grown an inch since they were in elementary school!

"Shut up, Dib. I have three more levels until I finish this game, so either I finish the game, or I finish you!" Gaz, his little sister, threatened, pausing the game and staring at him with squinted, hateful eyes. "I'm just saying that if he were NORMAL, HE'D EAT THE PIZZA!" the boy replied, making the end loud to make sure Zim heard. The alien lifted his eyes off his food and frowned.

"Me? Why, I loooove this human FILTH!! I love it so much, I stuffed my normal worm baby belly so full, I can't eat another bite!" Zim exaggerated, smirking at Dib. Strangely, he smirked back. "Eat some," he ordered, an evil glint in his eyes. A small bead of sweat formed near the top of Zim's wig as he looked at his eyes through Dib's glasses. He was up to something, but what?

"I said I am full. No more pig-slop for Zim." Again, this time more presise and coldly, Dib said, "Eat. A. Piece." The green-skinned Irken defiantly snatched a piece of pizza from his plate. Clearly he hadn't eaten anything at all, but Dib spotted a pack looking like Fun-Dip protruding from his boot. "Alright, you asked for this, Dib-worm!" Zim warned, tilting the pizza close to his ragged-tooth mouth.

Dib's arrogant smirk quickly faded as Zim took a hesitant bite. His green skin turned darker, then a touch brighter as his eyes opened wide. "Zim needs TO GOOOO!!" he screamed, rushing to the trash can and sticking his head in. Something acrid hit Dib's nostrils and he wanted to throw up himself. He plugged his nose tightly, resisting the urge to sprint out of the room.

Zim opened his eyes and saw a gaping hole in the trash caused by his acid barf. He gasped, pulling away from the smelly garbage can, sweat dropping down the side of his head. He had to make sure nobody looked in there or he might be discovered. Shivering, Zim thought of him being captured, the humans ignoring the "No Flash Photography" sign next to his test tube, taking pictures of him like an animal.

"What's the matter Zim? Afraid... of your own barf? It must... be from aliens!" Dib said, gagging multiple times. Everyone filed out of the lunch room and got to go to recess early. Only Zim and Dib were at the lunch room. "Hah! Now there is no witnesses of my acid throw up," Zim bragged. "The only way you could beat me is if you had an ally or something, but that'll never happen...never!" He cackled his trademark laugh. Dib glared at him, pure hatred in his brown eyes.

Suddenly, he lunged on Zim and tackled him to the ground, holding mashed potatoes dangerously close to his eyes. "Dib-worm!! What are you doing?! Remember what happened to the hideous larva named Legardo??" Zim shouted, trying to wriggle away but failing. His spider arms wouldn't help him, they were stuck beneath him.

"You're gonna PAY!" Dib shouted, overreacting a little bit. Why didn't I do this a long time ago? he thought, but quickly dropping the subject. What he had to focus on was here and now. Zim wasn't getting away this time. Dib, moved the potatoes closer to Zim's eyes slowly, taunting him, enjoying the drops of sweat and such small pupils he had. Zim was afraid...of food!

Something hard hit Dib in the jaw, sending him flying off of Zim as he rolled on the ground. He looked up, seeing a delightful girl as sweet as sugar. Her orange hair flipped as she turned to Zim and held out a hand. The potatoes landed an inch from his eye. Zim refused the offer and stood up himself. "I didn't need your help, hyooman!" he yelled.

"If you want to get severe pink eye like Legardo, then be my guest," the girl replied quietly. It was strange, this girl looked and sounded innocent, kind even. Dib rubbed his jaw, thinking, but she has one heck of a kick!

Zim laughed, saying, "Zim can handle it! I'm an unstoppable death machine!" "You couldn't even take a piece of pizza!" Dib retorted, getting up off the ground. He didn't dare to go closer. "It's a skin condition that effects my belly, fool-boy!" he spat back.

The girl covered her ears and glared at them angrily. "If I wanted you guys to keep screaming, I would've left him to the potatoes!" Zim groaned and stomped out, which was odd because he never gave up without a fight. Something wasn't right here.

"So, now that we're alone..." Dib started nervously, "What's your name?" She hesitated, then replied, "I was told not to intervene with you or Zim, but it's Sam. I'm new here." Dib blushed as he heard her cute British accent. He wanted to know her better, to get to be together, but before he could say his feelings, the cruel bell rang and Sam ran off into a different class.

Dib was truly alone.