DISCLAIMER: I don't own it, or the wonderful story it was spawned from!

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a short prologue to introduce those of you who aren't familiar with the original story TheLolaMonster (previously "QueenLola") called, "Girl Today, Irken Tomarrow."

Since most have wondered where they can find the original story, I have to say that I'm very sorry, but TheLolaMonster has taken it down since I started writing this. She still has input on the story, you can just ask her yourself -she's reviewed the story at least once- and she helped me with the writing of this prologue. Anyways, here's going to be a brief run-down of what happened. MAESTRO! *Points to a band surreptitiously-placed to her left and they start playing something by Beethoven with a piano...*

"Girl Today, Irken Tomorrow"

Prologue to the Epilogue:

Alli is annoyed at having to move to a new place. She's recently dyed her hair blue, much to her parents' chagrin.

In skool she's an odd one out, and usually sits in the library reading books on hauntings. On her first day in class, she makes a notable comment that gains Dib's attention. While he's accusing Zim of being an alien to his new classmates (they've just entered 6th Grade) Alli comments that, "Actually, there are some cases of gangrene where the skin is permanently turned green." Dib is irritated, but interested in someone who's so intelligent. She also seems to be interested in the paranormal, (she has a little ghost key-chain on her backpack) and he immediately tries to make friends with her.

That night, a meteor crashes in her backyard and she runs outside to investigate it. Then there's a bright flash of light, and the next thing she knows, she's in her bed with a little orange-eyed robot, and she's an alien! She realizes that the transformation is linked to the day/night cycle, and it's also rather painful. Of course, she needs to enlist Dib's help.

After some shenanigans, Zim eventually sees Alli in her Irken form, but is unaware that she is actually a human who changes from human to Irken at night.

After some other shenanigans, the reason for Alli's interest in hauntings is finally explained. It turns out that she's actually being haunted by a ghost girl named Evelyn. She comes every Halloween, and Alli would have violent outbursts because of it. However, after some awesome adventure, she and Dib finally defeat her and Alli is no longer haunted.

After some more shenanigans, KEEF! That annoying super-friend is back, and he keeps insisting that Dib is Alli's boyfriend! Alli gets so angry at that, she and Shy build a robot "boyfriend" called Matt to make Keef leave her alone about it. During this time, Matt at some point spills water on her, and she burns, even though she's in her human form. Matt seems to have developed a bit of a personality, and he's a super-jerk. Alli eventually breaks Matt and has to drag his robot body home after skool that day.

If you're ready, now's the time to start chapter one~! ONWAAARRRD! *Points towards the chapter-thingy and runs off in another direction.*

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DISCLAIMER:This is a Parallel fic Queen Lola's, "Girl Today, Irken Tomorrow", which can be found here: s/3193135/1/Girl_today_Irken_tommarow She gave me her permission as well as read this first chappy for me to make sure everything was A-OK! *Cheesy thumbs-up!*

I do not own Invader Zim OR Jhonen Vasquez, who created it.)

AUTHOR'S NOTES: There's some made-up Irken words in here, but I've added their translations and pronunciations into the story.

However, here is the first of the words, which you see in the title, since it has nowhere else to go: "Smoot" -My Irken word for "boy". I added a little Spanish grammar to make it work right~ "Smarat" means "girl". These are both taken from the Irken word for child, which is "Smeet".

For any other Irken words that I've made up, please go to: art/Irken-Dictionary-Etymology-117641549 So take a look~! I also have my other artwork there on Deviant Art, so you can check that out as well.

(Ulgh, sorry, looks like they won't let us link! The link is "deviant art DOT com" without the spaces. And the link above is to Queen Lola's story, which is here on FF. net.)

Also, there's some more Author's Notes at the bottom.

And now...ON WITH THE SHOW!

Smoot Today, Human Tomorrow

Chapter 1: "Life Just Isn't Fair"

I liked my life. No, really, I did! I mean, I was the tallest smoot -no, wait, smeet- in my entire generation, and I was even quite an ace at almost all of my training! In fact, the only things that I wasn't any good at were my computer manipulation and my physical skills, and even then, I could improve! I'm only 7 1/3 murks old! I top out at 2 1/3 of a smaks, and I have the fastest growth average of any other of the smeets! To sum up, I'm a giant, and there's only about 4 more smeets that can match me for it, 3 in my generation, and another in the youngest generation.

And even if I don't grow after my 50th murk, I'll still have it in to become the Tallest!

(Translations: Murks -age measurements Smaks -height measurements 7 1/3 murks = 11 1/3 years old 2 1/3 smaks = 5 feet 3 inches)

(Pronunciation: Murks -murks Smaks -smaks)

Oh, no, but all that changed the minute that I got in from Mecha-Transformation Training. I was just finishing with my teching, and I walked back to my room. My Tatronian was chattering on about something as it followed slightly behind me, but I was too distracted to concentrate on it. Sometimes, even now, I wonder if it really would've made that much of a difference in my routine, if it would've prevented any of this from happening, but I can't really think about it. I mean, how could it? I entered my room, grabbed a snack, plopped into my qemkowwahk, and waited for a moment before I began looking for something to read.

(Translation: Tatronian -a little AI computer thing that flies around and accompanies each young student. They are small, about the size of a "Magic 8 Ball". They give the young student advice, teach them little things that pop up, and make sure that they do what they're supposed to, not get into trouble, etc. They don't go inside the classes, but they accompany them everywhere else. Like a "tutor". (The original, ancient "tutor" would accompany a student to his school and teach him valuable life lessons.))

(Pronunciation: Tatronian - taa-tro-nyan)

(Translation: Qemkowwahk -a hammock-like thing, except it's more like a spider's web and it's stable, with only the "webbing" giving it some minute movement. It usually has one end -the head end- placed higher than the other. It's comfortable for Irkens to lay in because it makes allowance for their pack.)

(Pronunciation: Qemkowwahk - kem-cow-whack)

Just as I was beginning to read a very interesting educational story about rockets and murder mystery solving, something hit the ground near my room! And I mean HIT! It was like a meteor had just crashed into the Smeet Training Facilities right behind me! If I hadn't have been laying in my qemkowwahk at the time, then I'm sure that I would've bounced into the air like a shloop-de-doo!

The lights flickered, I screamed in terror for a moment while I hung onto my qemkowwahk for dear life, until finally I could feel that the rumbling had sub-sided. The lights were dark, but the emergency glows -which had been installed ever since Horrible Painful Overload Days I and II- were now on. I slowly and terrifyingly made my way out of my qemkowwahk, simultaneously asking my Tatronian what just happened.

"I'm sorry, but I can't figure it out, either," was its reply. I glared over at it. One would think that, even though it was just hovering, it would've been affected by some kind-of shock-waves in the air, and I glared at it even longer until I was finally convinced that it was, by the little sparking and stuff that it was putting off.

"W-w-well, why don't you go and check it out?" I asked. I was still too scared to even think about leaving, and I was considering just hiding in my qemkowwahk under a cover until it was all safe. But I still wanted to find out what it was. And this is where having that good ol' Tatronian came in handy~!

"Hmmm...I guess you're right,"

"Well of COURSE I'm right!" I interrupted.

"...It would probably be okay for me to go and see what's going on out there...but be warned! You'd BETTER stay right in this ROOM HERE!" The Tatronian commanded.

"Where else would I go? Erm, yes, Sir!" I just caught myself before I got into serious trouble. Talking back to your superiors was NOT AT ALL a good thing~! All this stress was beginning to get to me.

But the Tatronian gave me a little whack on the head before turning and floating out the door. "Euww...mik..." I rubbed my poor head. Then I very cautiously got back into my qemkowwahk and waited for the outcome. That is, after grabbing another snack, of course~!

It was taking quite a long time, and I was starting to get bored with all this waiting. That, and the intense suspense had my squiddily-spooch so tied up in knots that I couldn't even eat my snacks! So what's a guy to do?

I eventually mustered up enough boldness to climb out of my qemkowwahk and sneak towards the door. Even though the Tatronian had told me to stay in there, I hadn't seen nor heard from it in such a long time -and there was certainly nothing wrong with going out and looking for my Tatronian when it had been gone for such a long time, wasn't there? Or, at least, that's what I thought.

So, I eventually found myself opening my door, and upon seeing no guard-bots or anyone else about, I snuck out. Not being as short as the other smeets, I usually couldn't get away with much, but I found that using my clout that came with my large size came in handy...sometimes. And as I snuck down the hallway, I actually wondered to myself if this was such a good idea. But I was already out there, so I might as well make it work.

I couldn't see anybody around, and as far as I was concerned, they had probably all headed for cover. Like I should have been! But I continued on anyways, despite my inner voice's naggings. Soon I came to a large cavern. No, literally, it was like someone had just RIPPED AWAY the entire insides of the Smeet Catacombs, and left just this huge, gaping hole inside. I was so shocked that I had to take a step back. I couldn't quite make it out, but it seemed like there was something at the bottom of the pit, something that was still slightly steaming. I swallowed and tried to walk around the edge of the crater, but I must have taken a misstep or something, because the next thing I knew, I was plummeting down the side of the humongous hole!

I eventually stopped rolling and taking an inanimate-object-beating, and stopped just at the epicenter. I very slowly lifted my head up, wondering for a second just where in the heck all the guards and security were for something as impressive as this. But nevermind that, because I'd just seen something important. I further lifted my head up from my compromising position on the ground to see that there was something inside of the rock sitting, steaming, there. And so I very swiftly lifted myself up -okay, so I stumbled and rolled a few times, happy?!- and I stood facing the incredible new little rock. It was something shining, and something that almost had an...incredibly strong feel...it was almost like it was pulling me over to it. So I reached out my hand towards it.

I know, it's like a universally STUPID thing to reach out and touch something that's been steaming in the middle of a giant crater that's just CRASHED INTO YOUR PLANET despite SECURITY AGAINST THAT SORT OF THING! But I just couldn't help it! It was like it was drawing me towards it or something!

Well, the next thing I knew was blackness, and I haven't felt that since I had all of Irken knowledge downloaded into me. It's a pretty scary thought. Or, at least, it was. Now I'm not too sure that it's still a scary one, but it is -or, yet, it should be- a rather unnatural one.

Anyways, I next woke up in my qemkowwahk, wondering just where I was and what had happened. I looked around, but it was still dark in my room. I noticed that it seemed darker than it did earlier, but I simply dismissed it. I looked about me, felt myself, and tried to figure out what had happened. Was I knocked out when I fell down that crater? Well, that must have been what happened, and someone just found me and put me back in my room. I wasn't supposed to be out there, anyways. Yeah, that's right. That's what happened!

After I was satisfied with my explanation -which was a sincerely good one- I grabbed for my snacks that I had left lying in my qemkowwahk. Mik, it had been a scary day! I was starving! I quickly grabbed a handful of chips and shoved them into my mouth. It was only a split-second later that I found out that they didn't taste like they should've. In fact, they tasted AWFUL! And they made my tongue burn! I quickly spit them out and coughed, trying to get all of that filthy mess out of my mouth. I grabbed my cover and wiped my mouth out with it.

There came a voice from one of the dark corners adjacent, "Um, yeah, I really wouldn't suggest doing that again."

I looked up, surprised and fearful. No one else was supposed to be in my room! Unless it was my roommate...but that wasn't for another few hours! Or, was it? For some reason I just couldn't think of the time, no matter how hard I cued my Pack for it! I gave up quickly on that in favor of the stranger in my corner. No, wait! But maybe it was my Tatronian? That's funny, I couldn't quite remember its voice being so...how was that? It sounded so full, so strong, not like a normal computer's voice at all. Yet it was similar... Yeah, it had to be my Tatronian! Right?

"Who-wha-who are you?!" I asked nervously.

"Oh, come on! Don't you recognize your own TATRONIAN!?" The voice exclaimed, and then some...body...some...THING! stepped out into the soft glow. I very nearly lost my voice! But I didn't. As I plainly made evident by screaming as loud as I could and panicking. "Although...you...probably don't recognize me now..." The thing continued whilest I freaked.

"WHO-WHA-WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" I shrieked as loudly as I could and threw everything I could find at the alien in front of me. I soon started crying and hiding my head in my arms. This just was NOT a good day for me!

"JIK! JIK, oh, come on! Shut-UP! IT'S ME! JIIIK!" The alien in my midst shouted, but I just couldn't hear it over the sounds of my panicking and crying. The alien finally gave up and let me have my panic-time.

A little later, I very slowly peaked my head up, just to see if it was still there -OHP! And yes it was! I wimpered and hid my head again, hoping it would see me as too pathetic to do whatever horrible things it had in mind for a very tall smeet of the Irken Empire. I just hoped it had some kind-of compassion for a smeet! And, if that didn't work, I was considering aiming for the shins...

"Shhh-ssshhh, it's alright~!" Said the alien. The sounds were actually soothing to my ears, but I kept myself hidden anyways. "It's alright. I'm not gonna' hurt you! Honest! You remember me! I'm your Tatronian! I taught you how to cut a blorg-blarst right in half with your hands~ do you remember that?"

I did remember that, but it didn't make sense that the alien knew it. And I was a little concerned as to why it was being so ...nice. It seemed to be trying to comfort me.

"And do you remember the time when I took all that plarble-gum and stuffed it down into your shirt?"

I started to unwantonly giggle. That was a really funny time. "And do you remember the time when you and I went all around the Smeet Catacombs looking for some stupid things? Like a scavenger hunt, only it really made no sense and they were just testing us? Yes?"

I looked up at the alien, who was now only a few feet away. "W-well yeah, but! But I mean, you can't just- you can't POSSIBLY know all of this!" I said with the tears still stuck to my face.

"Well, of course! I am your Tatronian, after all!" The alien said, opening its arms wide as if to demonstrate who it was.

"No! No, you're not! You're an ALIEN!" I said, shaking my head violently.

"But I am." It said softly. "I've just changed. And you have, too, don't you know?"

I looked at it weirdly, and then I got the idea to look down at my hands. Well, they didn't seem any different... it was dark. And I still had all my fingers; one, two, three, four, 'FOUR!?' I shouted in my head. I did the recount again. Yup, they both still had four fingers on them! Then I reached up and felt my face. It felt strange and foreign... "AAARRGHSHK!" I screamed and jumped out of the qemkowwahk, completely forgetting about the alien, and raced over to the mirror. I looked into it. At first I couldn't see much, but then I could make out my features. Strange features. I screamed. And then I collapsed into a sobbing mess of hysterics. The alien, it seemed, tried to comfort me, but it was no use.

That's just about when the guard peaked in to see what all of this screaming was about. Normally the computers and robots do all the guarding and security, but with the recent crater-incident some people-guards were dispatched to make sure that every one of the smeets was alright.

Needless to say, they immediately realized that I was not alright!

Now, normally they would have shot first and asked questions later, but they were in a questioning mood that day because of the meteor-incident, and my sobbing and my Tatronian's quick talking landed us in a cross-examination room. They were cross, and they examined us. (Just kidding, but I just had to lighten the mood!)

Anyways, it took what seemed like forever, and I eventually fell asleep crying. (Which was a new experience for me!) But soon after that, something weird happened.

Well, the sun came up! No, actually, it was the beginning of the Irken day, and my transformation seemed to have worn off, because I transformed back into an Irken right then and there!

It was quite a shock to everyone else in the room, with the probable exception of the alien, who wasn't as emotionally effected by this, and who turned back into my Tatronian.

It was a very emotional time for me, and that short amount of sleep that I had did me a world of good! I woke up immediately after the transformation, because, let's face it: Irkens don't sleep! And I yawned and stretched accordingly. I felt so much better. Of course, I was also back in my old body, which was a plus.

This finally confirmed what my Tatronian had been trying to tell them for the past several hours, that it and I were, in fact, not aliens! But that we had undergone some sort of transformation, and this probably had something to do with the meteor that had just crashed into the Smeet Catacombs.

They were all very confused by this -let's face it, who wouldn't be?- and so they decided to run a battery of tests to find out just what was going on. After running several tests, they finally concluded that the source of this transformation was the strange little thing that had appeared on my wrist. It had a magenta little orb in the middle of it, and wires coming out of the sides. Although they tried all they could, they could not remove it, and it continued stuck to my wrist.

The Tallest were even called in for this MASSIVE emergency, which I enjoyed greatly because I got to meet them! SQUEEE! Oh, sorry about that! I just get so excited thinking about that~.

Although they didn't know very much about the device, they finally concluded that it was linked to the day/night cycle of Irk. Any attempts to remove it without taking my arm off had failed, and I very greatly objected/freaked at the suggestion of amputation -although they said they could grow me a new one in no time at all and reattach it. (And I seriously think they would have just knocked me out and done it.) But they were worried that this might cause some problems anyways because they did not fully understand this thing that had attached itself to my wrist. So we had no choice but to leave it on and wait.

Wait? Just what it was that we were waiting for I had no idea, but it eventually came with the beginning of the night cycle. Of course, I had a lot of fun in the meantime talking to the Tallest and getting footage taken of us, -I got pictures!- but that was over soon enough. The beginning of the night cycle also was the beginning of my horrified screaming and crying once again, although they had said that it would happen again. I just didn't want to believe them.

Oh, and one other thing I noticed. It hurt like horrible, horribleness! I wasn't awake for the first two times, so now this came as a complete shock to me! It came from the weird thing on my wrist, and it burned so badly I thought it might be best to just cut off my arm and grow a new one. But soon it faded, and I was back to my -once again, I cannot stress how HORRIBLE this is- human form. Unfortunately.

Soon, though, we ran into an even bigger problem. After examining my new body, (and my Tatronian's) they came to discover that we were humans. And humans came from Earth. Earth is where Zim is, you know. Even worse, the main ingredient that the human body seems to require, water -which I had been losing in vast amounts from all my crying- was not very abundant in this part of the universe. Although H2O was commonly found in the form of ice crystals, it was usually contaminated with other elements. And I needed human food as well, which wasn't a part of any Irken's balanced diet. And I was really beginning to get hungry!

At one point, someone even handed me a sucker to help quiet me, which I immediately stuck in my mouth, forgetting the previous attempt at snacking. This was met with shrieking and a "GET THAT OUT OF HIS MOUTH!" whereupon it was yanked from my lips! And, needless to say, I was quite upset. I really wanted that snack! Or any snack, for that matter! I felt as if I could eat a Rarg Beast if given the opportunity.

Although it was met with much hostility, it was apparent that I just couldn't exist on Irk for longer than three days, which is how long they gave me to live without water. Huh. Never really knew it was so essential to a being. Especially since it BURNS Irkens by reacting with the chemistry...oh, sorry, I'm getting all technical again, ain't I?

Everyone finally agreed that I'd have to go to Earth. But just how was I going to go and live there without Zim knowing? Although it is incredibly well-known that Zim is a complete moron, he is also a very DANGEROUS moron, making him a major consideration. They just couldn't have their smeet, especially one who could become a Tallest, fall into Zim's care. There just wouldn't be much left of me, would there? So they did what every Irken does in times of crisis.

They asked the Control Brain.

The Control Brain suggested organizing a small, well-equipped group of trained soldiers, scientists, and technicians to accompany me and my Tatronian to the planet Earth, and keeping as far away from Zim as possible. The scientists and technicians would then work on fixing my problem, and the soldiers and my Tatronian would protect me and give me guidance. This wasn't too hard of an assignment, but first they had to make sure of what Zim was up to these days... And we had to leave immediately! The Tallest waited for Zim's call, which was always exactly on time, no matter how inconvenient that may be. Well, I'll have to give him one thing: For a completely inept and unbelievably horrible moron, Zim is punctual. Like you wanna' punch him in the face!...okay, okay. I digress...well, not, but still! To continue on...

Then, through an incredible feat of transporters and space-warps, I found myself in an alien cargo freighter inside of Earth's Solar System. Just the very idea chilled me, and it was really weird because there were these little hairs on my arms that seemed to prick up irritatingly as I felt fear (I was still in my human form.) It wasn't long before I was being ushered into a small little ship, together with a couple of the others in my group who were heading to Earth with me. There were three separate ships which held the others in my group, and these would all head out in different directions before converging where we were to live. They were a small group, but very, very highly trained and efficient.

Because of time-constraints, information gathering and getting things ready was very rushed. Everyone was doing their part to make sure I lived long enough for them to find out what was wrong with me. I dunno why, I'm only one little -tall- smeet! But, they were doing it anyways. I still often wonder at my extreme good fortune, because this was all such a bother to go through for me! But, I digress...

Everything was going smoothly, but someone noticed one of Zim's probes surrounding the planet. So they changed our coordinates. The thing was following us. So they changed our coordinates. Everything was fine, until a great space beast known as "Squishy, Hugger of Worlds" was seen headed our way! Apparently, he hugs whole worlds to death to show his affection. Creepy! That's when things started getting a little crazy. We instantly dove out of range of planet Earth, but after a few hours of an intense space-battle between Zim and an unknown ship with Irken signatures and an alien pilot, the problem was solved. Oh, well. At least now we wouldn't have to be squished to death in a hug!

We landed on Earth, but something seemed to be a bit off -but nobody said anything. It seemed to me that these were not the coordinates that we needed to be at -this place didn't look nearly as green as it did from space- but far be it from me to question my superiors! So I just let it alone. Although that coke-spilling occurence during the "Squishy, Hugger of Worlds" incident did spring to my mind, I said nothing of it. These people should know what they're doing, I figured. Much more than I, a simple smeet.

Our new house was set up in a short amount of time, and we all breathed a sigh of relief as soon as we were done. It was an old abandoned house, which was very large and would accommodate quite a bit of our labs. We still had to make it look like a human house to everyone else, so we made the inside and outside take on the appearance of a normal human house, while the inside could convert to different, Irken things if we needed them. We enlarged the basement greatly to make room for our laboratory and other stuff.

Just as we were getting settled in, the terrible news came.

I had to go to SCHOOL!

An EARTH "SKOOL", with EARTHLINGS!

As if my turning into an alien wasn't bad enough!

So, here I was, standing in front of the "Skool" that was to be my new center of learning. Well, sort-of. While I was an Earthling I had to attend human skool, but the scientists in my group had arranged things for when I was Irken. Apparently, they said something about claiming that I was to attend another, special skool, so the Skool Board would let me be absent for the days I needed to miss. However, whenever I got home, I had to go right back to my Irken studies! Yup, that's right! I didn't even get a chance to sit down and relax -although the Earth skool subjects are ridiculously simple- because I had to complete whatever real, Irken training I could, even in human form!

That meant signing me up for some rather...interesting human martial-arts classes. Something called "Capoeira", which was the closest they could find to Irken martial-arts that utilizes many of the same techniques. Irken martial-arts utilizes all eight limbs and has a swirling, spaztic style. This was a lot smoother, but still had that swirling style. I guess they figured that if I was going to be a human, then the least I could be is a very well-trained human! All of this training was rather dizzying, but as an Irken smeet I was used to working hard. We got breaks, but we also had to train constantly. In fact, with the exception of breaks, our entire day was spent traning in this or that, working on our skills. There was nearly no time in the day to dawdle -that was something reserved for ones in high-ranking positions, like the Almighty Tallest. But, however, as we soon found out, my new human body and mind were not as well-equipped to handle this routine. But that's a story for another time.

For now, I'm at the front of the Skool, waiting. And I'm kind-of hoping that I don't really have to go in there!

My Tatronian had just gone in, and I had the extreme displeasure of following her in.

Unfortunately for me, just that second, the skool buses showed up, and loads upon tons of strange, smelly human kids piled out of them, pushing me and shoving me towards the entrance. It was absolute MAYHEM! I was completely swallowed up by the waves of children, and soon I found myself inside the entrance whether I liked it or not.

I really didn't know where to go to start my first day, or where to find my Tatronian, so I went searching for the Head Teacher of this horribly terrible mob of unsanitary, alien children. I ended up asking a Janitorial Drone and he pointed me to where the "Office" was. Oh, joy! What a weird place this was turning out to be today!

I walked into the Office just as my Tatronian was talking to someone at a tall desk. Mik! No matter HOW many times I see it, it'll still boggle my mind how utterly TALL these aliens are, while still being just as DUMB as a Dookie-Dog!

Hmm, maybe they're due for an incredible "Smartening"...?

But I digress...

Anyways, after that, we met the "Principal", the leader of this motley little crew -which was annoying and dull- and then I was led by one of the Secretary Drones to what would be my new Torture-chamber-er, I mean! CLASSROOM.

The Secretary Drone left as we reached the door, and I slowly stepped into the class. Mik, I felt SO AWFUL right at that moment! It was like the end or punch-line to some really horrible dream or joke, which was positioned right at the end of a wonderful movie, and that completely reeked of strange, alien smells. Well, at least that's what it felt like, anyways!

"WELL! So you're the new student, eh?" This was the Teacher Drone. Apparently his name was "Mr. Cain". It reminded me of candy. I liked candy. However, I did not like him like I liked candy. No, duh! He continued, "Well, tell us your name and a little something about yourself."

"Uhm, my name is Jik, and...I really don't want to be here!..." I stated sadly, my head still down from absolute humiliation and horror.

"Welcome to the CLUB!" Shouted a kid within the rows of desks. There was a short little wave of giggles and snickering, which confused me greatly. The Teacher Drone didn't even seem too phased by it, and he was supposed to be in charge! Hm. What strange little beings these Earthlings are.

"Quiet!" Said the Teacher Drone to the class. This was the only thing he said about it, and it confused me greatly. Normally, on Irk, one could get in a lot of trouble for talking back or out of turn like that. Especially to one's superiors! But the kids quieted down slowly. Still not the reaction I was expecting. It wasn't immediate. "Okay, Son, it's time to find your seat. You can pick any of the ones that aren't taken."

"Yes, Sir," I replied immediately, snapping to attention, and then I took a look around the room, only to find that there were no empty seats! Well, there was one, but someone said that another kid was already sitting there. Why did he just tell me to "pick any empty seat" when there were no empty seats?!...And why did he keep calling me "son"?

"Well?" Said the Teacher Drone as I looked at the class from my place up front.

"Excuse me, Sir," I said, repressing the urge to salute like I usually would, "But there seem to be no extra seats."

"What? Oh, of course! Well, you're a respectful little punk!" This confused me, again, greatly. Why would I be commended for speaking like I ought to? But then he did something extremely unexpected. "Doony, you're being transferred to the Underground Class!" And with that, the kid named Doony slid screaming down into the floor, after which the seat settled back into its normal position. "Well?! What are you waiting for, Son? An invitation?" Said the Teacher Drone. "Take a seat!"

I immediately replied, "Sir! Yes, Sir!" While he was yet talking, swiftly running over to the newly-vacated seat. Some of the class giggled. Hm, that's funny, all of the previous child's stuff was gone! Anyways, I sat down and put my things in order quickly, after which I sat up straight at attention.

The Teacher Drone looked absolutely shocked at my actions, as did the rest of the class. It seemed that they were not that used to anyone obeying so quickly or efficiently. I wondered at this, as it seemed that all of the children were not trained Militarily as the Irkens were, although this did not surprise me, it was still a bit strange. After all, being on a strange planet with strange people doing strange things...well, it really was just strange. The Teacher Drone once again complemented me on this, "Well! It seems you've really got it together! I like that. The REST of you could really learn a thing or two from him!" He eyed the class as he said this.

Immediately all eyes were aimed evilly in my direction, seething with hatred. Some were mad at me for showing them up, some were confused, and others were just plain unhappy. But I just kept my eyes focused straight ahead on the Teacher Drone, seemingly completely unaware of their evil stares. Even though I was.

There was no little green student in my class this day, and so I didn't get to see just what horrible mess we had inadvertently stumbled into.

But, MIK, was I in for it the next day!...

Okays, that's the end of the first chappy~! The next one might come soon, I dunno. It just depends. I've already got a lot of stories up in the air right now (those are on Deviant Art) and so I don't know when I'll have time to work on it, really~! But I'll try my best, they might be pretty short chappys, but I'll do my best!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The Tatronians and his giant height were added to make the story work right. Because, obviously, he needed someone else with him, like Alli had Shy, and he couldn't be all alone on EARTH! This is also supposed to be a parrallel story, so it had to be at least similar. Sos the Tatronian was born! Also, I just couldn't see him interacting with Alli and the others if he was the height of a normal little smeet! That would be about half Alli's height, and it would put him into the 2nd grade or something~! So I had to make him a giant~!