Gaz sat in the front of the class, drawing in her notebook.

The goth girl doodled absentmindedly, scribbling vampire piggies, her brother Dib's huge head with ants landing in his ears in rocket ships. She began drawing a sketch of a man sitting at a desk. Then she added a shirt, with stripes. She added black pants and knee-high black steel-toed boots.

She paused thoughtfully.

She continued by giving his shirt triangular shoulder pads, and drawing two large ovals for his eyes, and giving him long, black, rubber gloves. But she didn't add a nose or ears.

She paused again.

She then drew two long antennae sprouting from his head.

She paused.

Gaz then erased the antennae, Putting slick black hair in its place.

"Hmm..." She mumbled, not really realizing what she was drawing.

"Gaz! Hey, Gaz!" Her brother called.

She rolled her eyes at him, "What, Dib?" She hissed.

"Didn't you hear the bell ring? It's lunch time, and.....What are you drawing?"

"None of your business!" She said covering the page with her hands.

"Is that....Zim?"

She cocked her eye brow. "What? I didn't' draw--" She looked down at her notebook.

And there he was, Zim, in all of his glory. He looked pretty good too. She widened her eyes.

"That's someone else!" She stated. Why had she drawn him of all people?!

"Who else has his fashion sense?" Dib said.

She shot him a glare, snatched up her books, and walked out of the classroom.

She walked down the Hi Skool hallway. She had moved up a grade last year, and joined her brother in Mrs. Maim's class. Apparently, Ms. Bitters had a twin sister, whom was just as vicious.

Gaz turned a corner and headed into the lunch room doors.

Before she could blink, she ran straight into someone.

"Hey! Watch where you're going Worm-Baby!" This "Someone" said in a haughty tone.

Of course she knew exactly who it was, Who else called people worm-babies?

"Out of my way Zim!"

He snarled down at her.

"YOU do not tell the Almighty ZIM what to do!" He growled.

She glared daggers at him.

"Move." She said threateningly.

He only smirked down at her. He was the only person in the world that she knew didn't fear him. Maybe it was because of his burst of height. He stood at a good 6'2, And his ego hadn't shrunken even a bit, if it hadn't gotten bigger.

His purplish-blue eyes looked down at her notebook.

He grinned and snatched it before she could react.

"What is this, Human?" He began to look through it.

"ZIM! Give that back!" She yelled, making sorry attempts to grab it back.

"Big head-Dib...Piggies...Vampires...Ooh! What is this?" He grinned, "You drew me! And quite well too..." He said the last part more to himself.

"Give it back!"

"NAY HUMAN! ZIM WILL GIVE IT BACK WHEN HE FEELS LIKE IT!" He screamed, "Besides, I like this picture, And I have decided to keep it."

"What?! I'm going to--"

"Yeah, Yeah, Send me into a world of darkness and doom, Sounds like my kind of place." He grinned wider.

"You're insane!"

"I am." He said coolly.

Zim took a gloved claw and slllloooowwwlllyyyyy began to tear the picture out of the notebook, Seeing her displeasure increase, he only became more joyous.

"STOP, ZIM!" She clenched her fists into tight balls.

His grin turned into a sly smile, and he brought his face closer to hers.

"Make me." He purred.

She felt her cheeks grow hot at his face being so close to hers. Argh! Stupid hormones!

"GAZ!" Dib's annoying voice(Or at least to Gaz and Zim's ears) called.

Gaz turned around to see Dib running towards them.

"Gaz I was looking for you and--Zim?! What are you doing that close to my sister?!" Dib said with older brother mode kicking in.

Zim smiled innocently, "Nothing, Dib-Monkey, I am a normal human worm-baby." He said, pocketing the drawing of himself, "I was just giving this notebook back to your sibling here, I believe she dropped it." He held the book out to Gaz.

Dib didn't look like he was buying it.

Gaz wanted SO badly to break Zim's fingers, but, to avoid Dib pestering her any longer, she took it back silently.

Zim gave Gaz a smirk, Dib a glare, And retreated back into the lunchroom.

"...What was that about?" Dib asked.

"Nothing Dib. Now be quiet." She said, going into the lunchroom as well.

Zim sat at an empty table in which all of the other students tried to keep away from.

That was the way Zim liked it, Being alone.

He poked at his food silently, it squirmed. Yup, Still life in there. He gagged and shoved the tray away.

Dib approached him with one of those creepy smiles he would always have. Well, When he was around Zim anyway.

"Zim." Dib said.

"Dib." Zim hissed back.

"What's a matter, Zim? Afraid of mashed potatoes? A weakness perhaps?"

"It still ALIVE."

"They're mashed potatoes! They weren't alive even before they were mashed!"

At that moment the cursed potatoes sprung off of Zim's plate, emmited a scream of some sort, and scurried out of the lunch room.

"Told you."

"...That's just creepy." Dib said with a disgusted look.

"Eh, I've seen worse."

"...Rabid cold slaw?"

"Yeesss...." Zim hissed, followed by a shudder.

Dib's eye twitched a little.

"I'm...I'm going to go enjoy my normal bag lunch now..." With that, He walked away.

Zim then found the ceiling to be oh so interesting, and began to count the wads of old gum, spitballs, pencils, and poor children stuck to its surface.

Zim had gotten to 215 wads of gum, 154 spitballs, 56 pencils, and 10 unlucky children, when someone thought it was a great idea to drop their lunch on him. The boy who had done it snickered, and turned to his friends, giving high fives and thumbs up.

Zim shot up from his seat, and turned to face the doomed boys.

"YOU DAREDUMP YOUR MISERABLE EXCUSE FOR FOOD ON ZIM?!?!" Zim fumed.

The boys were now cowering in fear of the angry alien in disguise.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

"N-no..!" One boy stuttered.

Zim pointed a clawed finger at him, "SILENCE! Now, Zim believes you deserve punishment, Hanging you by you're underwear from the Skool's flag pole should suffice." He grinned evilly.

The boys only had a moment to react before a dark shadow fell over them...

Gaz sat at a lunch table across from Zim's, and although she was still angry with him, she found his antics to be amusing. She watched out the lunchroom window, To see Zim hanging three boys by their underwear from the Skool flagpole. She snickered. Zim had become more dangerous over the years, but he was still the same ranting, egoistical, plotting, insane, Alien that invaded years ago. He was still hiding under the same wig and contacts, and the ruse that he had a horrible skin condition that caused him to have green skin and lack of ears and a nose. And of course everyone believed it. Except her crazy brother and herself.

She watched as he pointed and laughed at the boys' misfortune. He has a pretty nice smile...Wait, What am I thinking?! I'm supposed to be angry with him! Yes...And I will get my revenge.

"Those poor kids..." Dib murmured, looking out the window at Zim also, "I've gotta do something!" He lept to his feet and struck a heroic pose.

"Whatever, Dib." Gaz said, uninterested.

With that, Dib ran out of the lunchroom, determined to stop Zim and play hero.

The bell rung, Time to get to her next class. Most likely, Dib and Zim would be late.

She sighed and gathered her books, and walked in silence to her next class.

When she got there, She noted that both her brother and Zim weren't there. Good. She thought. They won't be here to bug me.

Just then, as if on cue, both of them came running into the classroom, apparently trying to beat each other there. Zim won, like he did usually. He was just faster. Probably from being chased by Dib all these years.

"I'll..(Pant) Beat you..(Cough) Next time...(Pant)...Zim..." Dib breathed.

"Ahaha! I doubt it Dib-Monkey! Zim is much better than you!" Zim gloated.

"Hah, You wish!" He said pointing at Zim.

"YOU'RE LYING!!!!" Zim screeched.

"...Ow...My ears...Well, Thanks Zim, I'm probably gunna be deaf when I get older because of you."

"You're welcome." Zim said with a smirk.

"ZIM! DIB! SIT DOWN!" Mrs. Maim narrowed her eyes at them.

"Yes Mrs. Maim..." They said in unison, returning to their seats.

"Now class, Today's lesson is about how your miserable lives aren't worth anything and all you are doing is taking up air when people more important than you need it!" She hissed.

There was a collective worthless sigh throughout the classroom.

"And how you all are doomed...Doomed...Doomed...Doomed...Doomed...." She carried on.

Gaz took back out her black notebook and began to draw random people.

Zim, Seeing nothing better to do, took out his purple notebook and began to draw aswell. Both of them actually had real artistic talent, Though Gaz drew more often then Zim did. Gaz would most often draw figures, vampires, piggies, and Dib's supposedly huge head.

Zim would draw monsters with blood dripping from their jagged dagger fangs, Himself, weapons like butcher knives and high-tech guns, blueprints for world domination, and wolf-beasts tearing apart his enemies.

Zim snickered to himself, Gaz raised an eyebrow. Because she sat directly behind him, She could usually see what he was doing. She carefully peeked over his shoulder, her curiosity getting the better of her. Zim was fairly good at using ink, and he used various pens and markers when he did art of any shape. What he was sketching appeared to be a girl, human, surprisingly. She had a sad expression, her eyes, although, seemed to hide her emotions with anger, her fists were clenched and she wore Goth garb. Waitaminute. That girl was her! Zim drew her?! Why?!

Zim turned around to face her.

She widened her eyes, and looked down, trying to look like she wasn't snooping.

He grinned.

"Doom...Doom...Doom...Go home now!" Mrs. Maim said pointing out the door.

Gaz breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up from her notebook, And there, on her desk, was the picture Zim drew of her. It was signed by him and everything. She picked it up gingerly. It said on the bottom:

'You drew me, So I drew you.

Love,

The Almighty Zim'

Her lips curved into a rare smile, and she carefully put the drawing into her backpack.

Looks like I might have to pay Zim a visit...