꧁☾⁂★ "The Conspiracy of Us" (Zim x Reader) ★⁂☽꧂ ROUGH DRAFT

꧁☾ ★⁂ Chapter II ⁂★ ☽꧂

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I groaned, hearing the annoying tune of my phone's alarm. I sat up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes. I left the warmth and comfort of my bed and sifted through my boxes for clothes to wear for my first day at my new high school. Not feeling the need to dress up in anything fancy, I searched around for something comfortable. I put on a nice white
Sweater and black leggings. I went into the bathroom and did my usual morning routine, hissing through my teeth whenever my hairbrush caught on a knot in my hair.

I stepped into the kitchen and got my backpack and went back to my room to grab my phone. My mom wasn't here, so I'd use Google Maps to give myself directions. I grabbed an apple out of a fruit bowl on the counter and typed the name of my High School in my phone. I stuck my phone in a backpack pocket and put on a pair of warm boots. When I opened the door, I inhaled the crisp, cool, dry, autumn air. I took a bite of my apple and begun the walk to my new high school. It was about a mile away, so I'd left half an hour early.

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I was about halfway to my new school, I could look at a guy far ahead of me, I figured he was another student at my high school; he was tall and skinny. Maybe he was in my grade? I couldn't make out many details, aside from ... An enormous head...? Weird. People in this town were peculiar. I had noticed how odd people acted while I was out buying furniture; it was like they were all stupid, and people here seemed unhygienic., I felt as if I was being watched; I looked over my shoulder and jumped. Some boy with curious green skin, bright purple eyes and unnatural looking black hair. He was striding two feet behind me. He was glaring at something; I realized his gaze wasn't directed at me, but at the kid in front of me. They pushed me out of the path by him, so he could continue to walk. How could I not hear him? I paused for a few seconds, letting him go farther ahead before continuing on my way.

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I hiked up the stairs and through the doors of my new high school; it looked impressive from the outside, but dingy and horrible on the inside. The entire place had that sent of rot and moist air, the smell right before there was a thunderstorm. The walls looked like they'd collapse in on themselves at any moment. 'And there were so many people here!' I thought I had gotten over my culture shock, but here I was, gawking at hundreds of students in the hallways. I regained my composure and strolled down the hall, looking for the principal's office.

Looking down down at the cracked and muddied tiled floor, I felt like a little island in a sea of bodies. I waived my way past students, getting occasional glances from strange-fashioned individuals. Or maybe I was the weird one? Coming from a compact town and all, there wasn't much diversity. I stopped outside a door and knocked, before walking inside. Glancing around, taking notice of how the office was spotless, unlike the hallways. But the terrible smell still lingered. I looked up at the principle "Hello- Um, I'm {Y/N}{L/N} and I'm here to get my schedule. I think my mother called you earlier to give you a heads up?" I stammered.

I shuffled as the principal let out an audible sigh; she was partially blocked from my vision because of an enormous desk and computer in front of her; she was hunched over it, her back was permanently bent like that from slouching all day. The rest of the room was covered in cabinets and a printer to the left of me. "I'll print out your schedule. I trust you can find your way around." "I-" "Good," she interjected, I heard the printer turn on and spit out a piece of paper. I plucked it up and walked out of the principle's office, muttering a quick "Thank You".

I glanced down at my scedual, it had my week's schedule printed on it. I got all the classes I'd picked prior, even the AP classes. That was good, but I still had to find my classes. And the layout of this place was a foreign tome. I was so occupied in my head I jolted and dropped my paper when I walked into a boy's chest, I felt a pair of hands grip my shoulders, supporting me before I fell. I looked up, it was the boy with the gigantic head, he was walking in front of me toward school.

I looked up at him, wide-eyed. He let go of my shoulders and smiled. "Sorry to give you a scare, are you okay?" he bent down and picked up my schedule, the crisp white price of paper was smudged with grime and dirt. "No, no! It's fine thanks for catching me, I guess I was just caught up in my thoughts" my lips curved up in a slight smile, I noticed he was looking over my schedule. "Huh, we have the same homeroom. Do you want me to take you there?" I nodded,. 'Thank God I'd bumped into this guy' I thought as he guided me down the maze of hallways.

"This place was constructed to confuse people," I said as I stepped outside my homeroom with the boy. I'd noticed more features about him on the walk there. He had styled spiked black hair, like a bolt of lighting. He had a long black trench coat that I liked, I didn't want to assume, but he looked Hispanic. He peered down at me and beamed. "Yeah, it took me a while to figure out where everything was." I grinned, it made me feel a lot better that I had someone to talk to. He opened the door for me, and I walked inside. All the kids were already in their seats, aside from me and the trench coat guy. He still hadn't told me his name, and I didn't ask.

I could feel everyone's eyes on the both of us, I felt a familiar hard stare. I glanced at the direction it was coming from; it was the other guy from earlier; he was glowering at Trench Coat boy on the way to school. But this time, he directed his glare at me; it was cold and angry, filled with suspicion. My eyes locked with his for a few seconds before I tore my eyes away from him. "Um... could I have my schedule back?" I looked up at Trench Coat guy, he had noticed the boy staring at me, and he was glaring back at him. He handed me my schedule, and walked to the back of the classroom. He sat down in the second to last empty seat. The only space left was between both trench coat guy and the boy glaring at me. I need to come up with a name for him, out of all the students he's the strangest I'd seen so far. He had green skin, bright blue eyes, and styled hair.
'I'll call him Alien Boy.' I decided.

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