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|3| Gaz is Short for Gazlene

"Paranormal Investigator huh?"

"Yeah, I've always been interested in the paranormal, like ghosts or yetis. What about you?" You were a bit surprised that he would ask that. Normally, no one really cared about what you wanted to do.

"Um, well. I've always had an interest in playing video games. Ever since I was 11, I learned how to code and hack into things. So I guess I could be a game developer if I wanted to." Dib nods in interest.

"You know, my sister Gaz plays video games like it's her religion," he says as he puts his hands in his pockets. "That's all she ever does." You chuckle. You both stepped in the Skool, some students hung out by their lockers talking with friends and such. You both headed for Bitters class since you were in the same first class. Sitting down in the back, you pull out your phone. Soda apparently convinced you to stay up with them until like 1 A.M.
You review the texts from yesterday, you probably were surviving on leftover candy you had bought a few days ago and the soda Zim gave to you.

WhoStoleMySoda24 12:56 A.M.
I feel like dying

Pizza4Life 12:46 A.M.
Lol weaaakj I can go on for 4 more hrs

WhoStoleMySoda24 A.M. 12:48
As if. Another 2 rounds before we drop?

Ah, that's right. You were playing online mariokart with them. You fell asleep through half of the first round though. That explains why you woke up on the floor rather than on your bed. Sighing, a little tired from this morning, you shoot them a text.

Pizza4Life 7:01 A.M.
I am never doing that again on a school week.

Putting your phone away, you thought about things as Ms.Bitters enters the classroom. It was the same lesson every day, every year, for what seemed like a lifetime.

"We're all doomed." She hissed.

You honestly wondered why Ms. Bitters took on teaching. Maybe she used to love teaching, now she hates it with every bone in her body. So what brought her to school now? What's the drive? What's the use? She only talks about one thing or anything that surrounds that topic, so why is she here? You stared intently at the chalkboard, as thoughts came an went, Ms. Bitters lesson was background noise.

'How old is Ms. Bitters anyway?? She's basically ancient at this point.'

Eyes going half-lidded, you rested your head on your hand as your elbow propped up. You always regretted staying up, the aftermath of these things usually left you drained. Soda really needed to stop convincing you to do these things. You could feel your eyes flutter closed as your brain decided to shut down for a short time.
You felt yourself slip away for a split second before a ruler slapped on your desk, making you jump. You looked up at the hunched over teacher who stood over your desk. Her glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. A permanent frown shaped her lips.

"[Y/n] this is better be the last time you fall asleep in my class." You gulped, she intimidated you more than your aunt in all honesty. You realized that no one else was in the class but you. You must have slept up till the end. "Now get your pathetic self to second period." She says as she sits at her desk, ruler still in hand. You scrambled as you got your stuff and left the classroom. The hallways were empty as your shoes tapped on the floor noisily. You practically ran to your history class, but you considered it speed walking because of Skool rules.

You opened the door shyly to find your history teacher, Mrs. Lovetts, in the middle of a lesson about the Great Depression. She stopped as you walked in, the class turned to you. You flash everyone an embarrassed smile, the teacher only chuckles.