Here ye, here ye! I'm excited to be writing another story, and of course, it's still IZ based... I've been on a craze.

I don't own Invader Zim, but I do own Dizzy. Simple, yiss?

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September 16th

5:00 a.m.

Zim groaned loudly as his 'alarm clock' began beeping out of control. At first he thought he was under attack, but then realized it was the small machine that Dib had given him for the first day of HighSkool. Zim despised it, but Dib told him that all normal humans had them. So Zim considered it. But after hearing it for the first time, his spider legs released themselves from his pak and continuously slammed the alarm clock into the wall until it was completely destroyed. Zim hated getting up this early, he had no idea why it was a requirment to be up at this time. But, if it makes him normal...

Zim slowly stood from his old, green couch ans stretched out his body. He had gotten taller since elementary school, but not as tall as a normal human child should have gotten. He was about... 5 feet tall? He was at least a foot or two shorter than Dib. He figured irkens had grown slower than humans did - which is another reason why the Tallest are so mighty. Zim looked out the window and saw that it was still dark, with little light peering from behind the buildings. He gave another groan. He hated earth's time.

Zim threw on a deep blue sweater Dizzy had made him. He wasn't fond of the coloring, so he put on a black jacket to cover it. There. Just like a normal, teenage human beast. He brushed his wig and popped it on, along with his contacts. He looked sort of like that 'Elvis' character Dib told him about... But he figured Elvis must have been normal. He grabbed his Skool books he required for his new Skool, stuffed it into his Pak and walked out the door.

The weather was cool in the mornings, but still had a hint of summer heat in it. The leaves slowly changes their colors, and some were already on the ground. Zim quietly chuckled as he stepped on the leaves and heard them crunch - like a bone cracking. Zim tried to stay quiet, even though he was the only one walking on the sidewalk. It was something about the dark atmosphere that made him want to stay quiet. In fact, it kind of spooked him to be walking alone.

Zim stopped crunching leave. He walked quietly on the sidewalk, looking around cautiously. Dib once told Zim a story about a little boy walking the streets alone, and then a horrible, ugly monster jumped out at him and ate him. He really wished Dib wouldn't tell him such disturbing stories... And, unfortunately, if Dib wasn't the one telling them, it would be Gaz. Which made it a whole lot worse.

Zim flinched when he heard a leaf crunch. He stopped walking and scanned the area around him. Nothing was there. Then, he heard another... And another... And another... Until the sounds became louded and came closer... Faster... Until...

"AGH!" Zim screamed. "GET AWAY! GET AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU HORRIBLE, UGLY STINK - MONSTER! DO NOT DEVOUR MY INSIDES!"

Now, Zim heard a familiar laughing. He growled as Dib came up to him, laughing. "Geez, Zim!" He said. "You're such a baby! I can't believe you actually believed that story I told you!"

Zim punched Dib in the gut. He stopped laughing. "You horrible worm! That was not amusing!"

"It was pretty darn amusing to me..." Dib said quietly. Zim growled. "Chill out, Zim. It was just a joke. You don't need to throw a hissy fit."

Zim grumbled quietly. This wasn't the first time Dib tried to scare him, and he hated it. He hated the feeling of being scared. He couldn't understand why humans thought it was so amusing. They walked.

"So, what classes do you have?" Dib asked, trying to start up a conversation. Zim reached into his pak and pulled out a piece of paper.

"Eh... First I have something called literature...Math...English...Health, or 'P.E'... Science... Computer class... And Social Studies." Zim looked curiously at his paper. "Dib worm... What is Computer Class supposed to do?"

"I think you just learn how a computer works, and learn how to type words without looking at your keyboard." Dib replied. Zim chuckled.

"You humans' computers are so juvenile. I can easily figure out how it works with just one look at it!"

"Maybe." Dib said, pulling out his schedule. "But have you ever typed words into a computer without looking at the keys?"

"I can do that, easily!" Zim said, proudly. Although, once he tohught about it, he really didn't remember if he had those skills. But he confidently shrugged it off, knowing he'd do pleasantly in that class. "What is you schedule, Dib human?"

Dib looked into the paper and read aloud, "Math... Social Studies...English...P.E... Science... Creative writing... and literature. It seems we both have three classes together."

Zim moaned. He didn't look forward to sharing a class with Dib... He'd probably be all bossy and annoying, like he usually is.

The sky was lighter now. Zim and Dib continued to walk down the leaf covered sidewalk in silence. They were both obviously tired from waking up so early, which started up a conversation for Zim. "Why is it a requirement for us to awaken so early?" He asked. Dib sighed and looked to the streets.

"I don't know..." Dib replied. Zim raised an invisible eyebrow.

"What is wrong with you, Dib human? You have yet to give Zim a straight answer."

Dib once again sighed. He now looked at the sky. "I don't know..."

"Stop saying that!" Zim huffed. "You annoy me when you don't think straight, Dib worm.."

Dib didn't respond. He didn't know why he wasn't thinking straight today. Perhaps I'm tired, he thought. Yeah. That must be it. Besides, he had a rough morning to go along with it. He had to skip breakfast because Gaz and his dad were arguing again. Plus, Gaz seemed to think it would be funny if she pored the last of the milk over Dib's head. Things like this happened almost everyday, he named it the morning blues.

Zim noticed Dib was deep in thought. "What are you thinking about, Dib?"

"I don't-" Dib stopped. Zim would probably slap him upside his head if he finished that sentence. "Eh... Nothing."

Suddenly, Dib and Zim heard faint footsteps behind them. Then, a shrill, skippy voice called out, "Dib! Zim! Hay, wait up!" Zim and Dib looked behind them and saw Dizzy running toward them. Her Pink sweater and purple skirt rushed in the wind as she ran toward her two 'friends'. Zim was careful not to groan again once he saw her, because he knew Dizzy would make a big deal about it. Dib just smiled and waved back at her. When she finally caught up, she slowed down and walked in between Dib and Zim. "So Zim," She said, ending her panting. "Do you like the sweater?"

Zim turned bright red as Dib turned his head toward him and gave him a look, smiling. Dizzy just grinned at Zim, awaiting a reply.

"...Sweater?" Dib said, still smiling. Zim sighed and unzipped his jacket and revealed a blue, hand knitted sweater. Dib laughed out loud. Dizzy just smiled, thinking Dib liked it.

"Stop laughing, you foolish worm!" Zim yelled. But Dib continued to laugh. "It's not funny!"

The three friends continued to walk down the sidewalk, on their way to their first day of High Skool. As they teased each other, laughed at each other, secretly enjoying each other's presence, the sun rose from behind the buildings, painting the sky orange pink. The world seemed so beautiful at those times. But if you look a little deeper, you'll see the temptation, sadness and depression the trio were bound to experience.