A/N I do not own invader Zim or any of the characters. I am just an insignificant insect that is just a fan. All characters belong to Jhonen Vasquez and nickelodeon.
AT THE SKOOL
Gaz and Zim are in their own classes watching the clock. Today was the day they were to be starting "remedial class" and dreaded it.
ZIM IN HIS OWN CLASS
Zim stares hard at the class clock. His teeth clench and he strains as the minute hand circles the face of the class clock! He did not want to go to this defective classroom for defects.
Maybe if he just skipped it... "That is brilliant! I can just skip that class!" he rubs his hands together in evil glee at the simple solution. He would just skip that stupid human class!
He took out his purple journal. He taps the tip of his pencil to his chin as he thought about formulating his escape plan. His blue contact eyes narrows at his own evil ingenious. He stuck out his tongue in deep thought. He scribbles out his escape plan in Irken.
"Mwahahahahaha" he laughs to himself, "How these foolish humans had a flaw in their fool plan! No human defect in class will capture him!" he thought, "NEVER!" He said out loud!
The whole class stopped their lesson and stares at Zim. Dib was curious at why Zim was acting so fidgety. Perhaps it had to do with Zim's upcoming remedial class. Dib himself notices that Zim was always scribbling in that purple book... it was small, thick and so very purple.
Whenever Zim wrote in it, the green alien would chuckle evilly at the pages.
"I bet that Zim is putting his plans of world conquest in those pages. If I get my hands on that, I can unveil those plans. Zim won't get away with it!" Dib thought to himself. Zim chuckle evilly at the notebook again. Dib's thoughts turn to Gaz. How was she going to handle Zim on her own? "I got to warn Gaz about Zim's plans, just in case..."
Zim looks up at the clock and in shock; he screams out "Why does the clock move so fast! Oh no, I have only one minute to finish!" Zim scribbles faster in his notebook. With a few strokes, he put down his pencil and held out the page to admire his plans. "Why am I so amazing!"
The lunch bell rang!
GAZ IN HER CLASS
Gaz was in class. She was trying to finish some notes. Occasionally she would look up and grimaces at the clock. She put her hand over her face trying to shield her eyes away from the clock. She hates it. The clock was going too fast! She did not want to stare at it or even look at it.
However, every now and then, she would glance up and she swore that the minute hand was spinning round a lot faster than it should! "Grrr, how annoying!" she thought. She was not looking forward to remedial class. She took out her little green thick journal and she began dancing her pencil on the paper. She stole one more glance to the clock. One minute until lunch. She sighs. Might as well get it over with...
The lunch bell rang...