irken invader · germophobia · transformation · invader zim · cartoon · school setting · rude teacher · alien disguise · Dib · Gaz
Ms. Bitters levels a cold glare toward the door. “The new student. Cause trouble and you’ll be seeing the principal.” Dib slams a hand on his desk. “Another one? Is this another alien like Zim?” Gaz doesn’t look up from her game. “Shut up, Dib.” A bead of sweat rolls down my temple. “I am a… *highly intelligent* human!” I blurt out, the lie sharp on my tongue. The entire classroom falls silent, every head turning to watch you enter.