ZiM INVA's JOURNAL OF DOOM (Knowing Me, Knowing You) (Invader ZiM AU)

Entry 1: INTROS

HELLO, READERS! OR LISTENERS! OR WHATEVER YOU ARE! I'll keep this intro as short as possible!
So, tomorrow is my first day of sophomore year and my new high school, and Dwicky, my counsellor/therapist guy told me two things when I saw him earlier today: 1, try to be more confident in myself, and 2, keep a diary for things that happen and how I'm feeling throughout my days. HA! I don't do DIARIES! Which is why I'm keeping this as ZiM INVA'S PRIVATE JOURNAL LOG OF DOOM!
...yeah, that sounds kind of dumb, if anything it sounds like a Diary of a Wimpy Kid ripoff of a title, but my brother thinks it's cool.
ANYWAY, I guess I should introduce myself!
I am ZiM Inva; a 15 year-old boy living in that giant house on Irk street. I'm roughly 5 feet tall, my favorite bands are ABBA and SMiLE.dk (I like Swedish singers), and I play the guitar and can play the recorder fairly well. I have a twin sister, a singular younger brother, and many, many older siblings. The reason for the ungodly amount of siblings is, I have two dads: they're very tall, they love snacks, like they really love snacks, and they love having power. They adopt so many of us so once we move out, we can get good jobs and big houses and they can inherit the land and money through family ties. They usually pay the most attention to the oldest kids, leaving the youngest to rot in their own minds.
And guess who the two youngest are!
Me, and my little brother Gir. My twin sister Tenn is the older one and is mUcH bEtTeR at our jobs in the house than I am, so she gets all the attention. This means, no one ever pays attention to me and Gir. Especially with my "freak skin condition" and "low height". I can go on about even more reasons why they don't pay any attention to me...
But, about Gir.
"Gir" is short for something, but no one can pronounce it. Gir is still in elementary skool; he turns 8 in about 3 months. Both skool and home can be hard for him, since years ago he had an accident where he... injured his head really bad. I prefer not to think about it, though. Our dads definitely don't. But ever since then, he hasn't really "worked right". He gets into trouble a lot and I'm often in an office talking to his teacher or principal about weird things he's done during class. One time he managed to hide a full living monkey in someone's cubby--I still don't even know where he got it. But this year I'm feeling like things might work out better for him, since his new skool has different policies and classes that should be... a little safer for him. I'd get him over here now to say his thoughts, but he's asleep, and should be getting rest for his first day of skool. Although, I'm sure he'd say he's excited.
Because I know I'm not.
Now, I know I said I'd keep this short, and I know this is pretty long, but there's one more thing I should talk about: my skool experience.
My skool lives have been pretty...eventful, to say the least. Every place I go to I get constantly made fun of and poked at, and for two reasons: one of which I'm not really...ready to openly talk about yet, and the other being that I have a skin condition. At first I may seem normal, but once you take a couple steps closer you'll notice large sections of my face and body are green. Not like a leafy green, but more like that crayon where you were never sure as a kid if it was yellow or green so people called it both. Except on me it's clearly green. Because of this, I'm constantly being called a "monster" or an "alien" by my classmates. However, I have a pretty good feeling about this year, to be honest! For this year, I have a secret tactic: the magic of makeup. I've worked on my concealer over the summer to get it to perfectly cover my skin, making me seem like a normal person. I think it's actually gonna work this time. And besides, this is a new skool. No one will have previously known me, so no one is gonna know anyway. Well, except for Floog who's also moving skools, but he's my friend and won't say anything. It's perfect.
Now, since this is my first time doing something like this, I'm not sure how to end it--so, I'll do so with a cover. And if you're reading this instead of listening, look up and listen to Knowing Me, Knowing You by ABBA, it's great.
I'll see you later!