A/N: Hello, this is a re-write of a friends story, StillWaitingOnTuesday's story Dark Wishing.

Link To it - .net/s/4308042/1/Dark_Wishing

I recommend reading that if you have the time. I hope you enjoy my latest monstrosity.

Yeah, I don't own Invader ZIM. Be glad for that.

Amy, the girl of few words and fewer emotions, had arrived at the imitating doors of her new school in a strange town.

A fairly normal girl she was, maybe with an uncommon wardrobe. She knew her time in this place would not be the most enjoyable from the attitude radiating off her unfamiliar peers.

She could see them whispering to there friends, it was odd for anyone to join a school in April.

As she perambulated her way through the halls to her assigned classroom, she noticed the way people would look at her was as if they saw a ghost. A peculiar saying, she would greatly enjoy seeing a ghost some day.

She had arrived at her destination just at the time she should have for that irritating school bell had rung just she opened the door to the dingy little room. She stumbled in, not exceptionally graceful, but luckily not making a complete fool of herself.

Someone, who Amy suspected was the teacher of the class, came up to welcome her to the school, although it was difficult to hear due the chatter from the students. With a few shouts to the class the teacher was able to settle them all down, besides the few whispers that remained.

The teacher was fairly cute in that strange ditzy way. She was stumbling over herself as she informed the class of the new student; her name, her age and her old school as she also tried to joke with Amy on how her peers don't bite. Biting was not what she was afraid of, because luckily most kids get over that by grade four.

Amy politely smiled at her attempted joke and looked over to quickly scan her classmates. They either looked extremely bored or they were talking with their friends. All of them similar to each other; girls with caked on makeup toting popular brand named clothing, guys with disgustingly large muscles who seem only capable of talking about the size of their dicks.

It was all just quite sad.

Hiding within the mass of self-important, arrogant sex-drives was a boy who at least looked different. A thin figure, he might not be useful in a fight, glasses, a dark wardrobe, and peculiar hair.

Wonder how much hair spray her used. Amy joked to herself in her head.

Her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the teacher, who liked to be addressed as Mrs. Germanotta. She told Amy, in her perky voice to take a seat in the empty desk at the back corner. Seemed odd to place a new student at the back of the classroom, but she didn't have much say in the matter.

Amy took her seat and closely eyed her peers around her something told her not to trust them.