Tap. Tap. Tap. Such a boring day...the endless droning of the teacher was getting on Zim's nerves. Such a horrid voice, and that face was enough to crack granite. He was dying just to stand up, throw his desk over, and scream as loud as possible, "SHUT UP YOU DISGUSTING OLD HAG!!" but each day, he neglected to do so. He would often imagine all the ways he could kill her with his pencil, or his ruler. There would have to be some way to cease the awful woman's jabbering. If he reached over and rammed fist into Dib's face, he could stop the class. It would be like killing two birds with one stone.

The bell startled the alien out of his thoughts, causing him to fumble with his pencil and dropping his books to the floor. A few kids snickered at his expense. Walking out to recess, he sat on a bench and yawned, thinking about his trivial homework. Math, spelling, history; all which could be completed within a matter of seconds. The only subjects left for the day were reading and writing, both equally worthless. "Hiya, Zim." Said an all too familiar voice from his side.

He looked up with an annoyed stare. "Hello, DIB." He replied, putting his usual hateful emphasis on his name. "Squandering around as usual, I see."

Dib narrowed his eyes. "May I join you, my green friend?"

"No. Go away." He sighed.

"Fine. But know this, I'm-" Dib was cut off from his normal speech as blue van pulled up on he other side of the chain-link fence. The two examined the car as a young girl exited and walked to the other side to the driver.

"You be good today." Said an adult from the window.

"But mama..." protested the little girl, tears streaming down her face. "I don't wanna go."

"Now honey, we had this talk before. Just go in and you'll make lots of new friends. I promise." She patted the child's head and drove off.

The girl walked slowly into the courtyard, sitting on a bench across the yard. Zim and Dib watched her. She was small, with short dark golden hair and bronze eyes, wearing black. She wiped her eyes and looked down. "Who's that?" asked Dib.

"You expect ME to know?" Zim growled angrily.

The bell rang and the children marched back into the building methodically, sitting at their desks. To Zim's interest, the new little girl entered the class. The nervous kid edged towards the teacher and handed her a note. "Huh? Oh, fine, whatever. Go sit next to Zim, the funny lookin' green one." She ordered.

The girl took her seat and stared at Zim. "What is it?" he snapped.

She immediately looked away, opening her notebook. "S-sorry." She said quietly.

"Hey, kid, watch out for that one. He's a weirdo." Dib whispered to her.

"Oh..."

"I'm Dib." He said, choosing to take a friendlier side.

"My name's T-Tiz." She replied, picking up her pencil.

"Yeah, well, like I said; stay away from him." He leaned back into his desk.

Zim stared once again at the blackboard, itching to leap out the window to freedom. School on Irk was never like this. This was just pointless dribble being taught to the human young as some sort of pass-time. Ms. Bitters was talking about something similar to nouns and such, something so utterly unimportant he wished he could just drop dead onto the floor. "Zim!" the teacher yelled.

"Dr-uh, Sir!" Zim saluted.

"Aren't you listening?!"

"Yes!" he opened his notebook and fiddled with his pen.

"Now class, you have two weeks to do the assignment. Write a two page essay on your best friend." She said the last two words with repulse.

'A week.' Thought Zim. 'These wretched humans actually need a week to finish it.' He leaned back in his chair. The last hour of school consisted of reading books, where most of the children fell asleep. When school was over, Zim felt as though another day had been sucked from his life. Packing his supplies into his backpack, he got onto the bus. He thought for a moment before taking a seat next to the lonely Tiz, who was crying once again.

"Hi." He said gruffly.

She looked up startled. "Hi." She sniffed.

"What is it?" he asked in a harsh tone.

"W-what do you mean?" she queried, blinking a few times.

He pointed a finger accusingly. "Your eyes, fool! They leak!"

"Oh." She wiped her tears with her sleeve. "I...I don't have a best friend." She said weakly.

"That's it?" he snuffed.

"Well, everyone else has a friend." She said miserably.

"Friends." He snarled. "Why would you want a friend anyway?"

"Don't you have any friends?" she asked. "And how come your skin is green? Do you eat too many vegetables or something?"

"Why do you ask such questions?" he asked angrily.

"Sorry." She looked out the window. "This is my stop." She got up. "Bye, Zim." She stepped out the door.

Zim watched her and narrowed his eyes as Dib and his sister got off as well. "Ouch! Sorry." Said Dib as he crashed into the back of someone. He looked up to see no other than Tiz.

"I-it was my fault." She said, reaching down to get her dropped books.

Dib reached down to help her. "I got it." He handed them to her.

"Thanks Dib." She said quietly. "I'm gonna go home now. Bye."

"Yeah, see ya." He looked back at the moving bus where Zim stared out the window. "Hm..."

"Come on, Dib!" growled Gaz, swatting him in the head. "Let's go!"

Zim narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he thumbed through the small black book entitled, "Journal" which Tiz had left behind. "What is this?" he asked himself. He started reading the first page.

'Nothing's new, I guess. Mom and Dad said we're moving next month, but I don't know why. We just moved here, and we're leaving already. I guess that's okay, I didn't have time to make any friends here, so maybe the next place'll be better. I hope Dad's new job goes okay. He always seems to be moving jobs. Oh well, I guess maybe I'll have to get a cat or something'.

Zim's eyes widened. "This...this is..." he pointed to the page, thoughts running through his head. "These are records of this human's life! A convenient insight into the human world! I have to get this back to the lab for analysis." He shoved the book into his backpack with a maniacal grin.

Oh? So...sucked? Ruled? Awesome? Not worth another chapter? R/R...