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

Entry 2: This Nightmare Begins

aaUUUUUGHHHHH.
TODAY WAS A DAY.
I'VE SEEN A LOT OF DAYS AND TODAY SURE WAS ONE.
BUT MOST OF ALL, TODAY WAS... first day of sophomore yeeeeaaaarrrr.
How did it go, you don't ask? WELL I'LL TELL YOU!
It starts out finnneee. PEERRFFEECCTTLLYY FFIINNEE...
I get to Skool and no one's paying any attention to me with my concealer on. Perfect! I'm already feeling normal! It was exactly what I wanted.
My first class in the schedule they gave me was geometry. Nothing weird really happened there.
Next was human history, which I didn't really care much for.
Third period was art. My teacher, Miss Ovbook (but she lets some kids call her Paige), was actually pretty cool. She let us draw whatever we wanted--she didn't let us use the color green for some reason, though. And you know what? I was perfectly fine with that.
Fourth was English. I just drew.
Then lunch happened; I found Floog and he introduced me to his friend Seven. The three of us ate lunch together in the library since the cafeteria was way too crowded.
Fifth period was gym. We played first day dodgeball...*shivers*
So far, seems like a normal first day that would actually be good, right?
Well, this is when it started declining.
Sixth period was choir. When I walked into the boys class, I was immediately placed in the girl's. The directors refused to call me anything that wasn't my name on the registration. The choir kids laughed at me..
And now, allow me to tell you about seventh period...s c i e n c e !
I have no idea what part of science this class is. It's taught by this professor and I have NO idea what his full last name is, so we'll just refer to him as Dr. D.
It all seemed fine at first; Dr. D was singing, I was lab partners with Floog, there was a bunch of people in this class from separate grades (mostly sophomores and juniors, but a singular freshman--he's actually one of the brothers from the band PFT!!), and the class was actually...genuinely interesting. It was all pretty cool so far.
Until... I was called up to help demonstrate something.
Long story short, D and I mixed up two of the wrong things and there was an explosion that got in my face. He assured me that it wasn't anything harmful, but he still had me use the washing station. Not just the eyewash, but the whole shower head. It would clean me, AND help demonstrate what to do when this happens.
But when I bought this makeup, I should've taken the chance of getting wet into consideration.
After drying off, I was no longer wearing concealer.
And right away, from the back of the class, this...big headed...PIG SMELLY IMMEDIATELY makes a comment! It was something stupid, like "i SeE aN aLiEn In ClAsS" or something. Some of the kids, like Phin, Floog, and Keef didn't really make a reaction, but everyone else played along and laughed. I couldn't really leave, so I had to just sit back down next to Floog and freak out silently. I think someone even threw some leftover beans at me...
So, that was ruined.
I know I'm used to those pokes by now and I've heard worse insults, but there was something about that...kid...that round glasses trenchcoat-wearing...dirt thing...infuriates me. It wasn't even original! Seriously! And the LOOK ON HIS FACE! And don't even get me STARTED on the outfit! That jerk! Because of HIM, I'm gonna be stuck with the alien nickname again! I'm gonna get laughed at! And..no one will care..! That... DIB! MEMBRANE! AGH!
It's almost as if I'm destined to be an alien in every timeline, except this one. Who knows. Maybe I AM an alien--it would get me off of THIS planet!
...
You know, I probably should listen to Dwicky and start to be more confident in myself...maybe that will help. Maybe.
Ehhh... moving on.
Last period was a free period for clubs and stuff, and there wasn't really anything that interested me. Except for the announcement that on Friday we're having an assembly; then I was even MORE disinterested!
I was too nervous to get back on the bus, so I had to ask Seven if he could drive me home since he's a junior and almost 17 with a car. I also ended up asking him if we could drive to pick up Gir from the elementary. I would've called my older brother, Skoodge, but I really wasn't in the mood to talk to my family. Except Gir.
Gir told me that nothing really happened at his skool, which is great to know. He's perfectly fine and safe and not in any trouble at all! Although, he did say that there was this "scary girl" who wears all green that torments other kids in the class. I'm sure he's exaggerating, but Detective Angel Eyes (Gir's play detective name) is on her case.
Anyway, it's late and I should go to bed. But before I do, there's two things I'd like to say:
1. There's been art drawn of me and and of Gir? That's...pretty damn cool, to be honest. Thank you! (couldn't include them in the written version...the audio version has them, though!!!)
2. I was asked a few questions from listeners/readers of the first entry. And you know what? I think I might just answer them.

Q: do you like animals? this is for both zim and gir.
A: Gir? Definitely. Me? I do! as long as they dont attack me. like bees. bees are cute! BUT EVIL! THEY WANT TO BRING ZIM'S DOWNFALL!
Q: zim, are you really the only one in the family who's nice to gir?
A: ...Uh. Yeah. I am. Gir says Skoodge is too, but. I've never seen it.
Q: what's their opinion on cacti
A: Zim's prickly babies grow on the windowsill. They are green and DANGEROUS! I named it James.
Well, three questions is enough for now. You may ask whatever and however many questions you'd like, and I'll most likely answer them.
You know, after today, even though it wasn't a good start at all, I'm still alive. Alive and gooey. Who knows though, maybe I'll die somewhere along here eventually.
Eh. I have some homework to do and I still need to go to sleep, so, ZiM Inva signing off.
Song recommendation of the day: Mamma Mia by ABBA