The Foreign Exchange Student of Doom
It has been six (going on seven) hours of constant boredom in my classroom today. Miss Bitters, my teacher, has been rambling on about the Boogie Man all day and it's driving me crazy! "Why doesn't she ever teach us important stuff?" I thought to myself, "Like Big Foot. Now there's a topic worth looking into."
Yawn. Miss Bitters wasn't saying anything important, she never does, so I began to stare at the ceiling as I thought of Big Foot. "I wonder how tall they get," I whispered quietly under another yawn.
I found myself getting more and more relaxed as I thought continuously about monsters. It didn't surprise me. I spend hours thinking of the paranormal all the time. It's kind of a hobby of mine. Well actually, it's more of a way of life.
I wish Miss Bitters would just shut up. Her talking about the boogie man is really making me tired. I need school to end for the day so I can use my new camera to take pictures of Zim (doing his evil alien stuff, of course). I need to get photographic evidence of him being an alien so I can prove to the world I'm not crazy; everybody thinks I'm crazy.
"Here I go," I thought to myself, still staring absently at the ceiling, "Now I'm going to start thinking of Zim trying to take over earth again." Whenever I start thinking of that horrid alien, it takes more than an apocalypse to get me to stop (unless of course, I fall asleep).
"DIB!" boomed the loud, cranky voice of Miss Bitters, "what is the capital of Boogie Land?!" Her shrieking voice jerked me awake and onto the floor. I was so shocked that I had fallen asleep, and even more shocked that I had fallen on the ground! I quickly sat down in my seat, praying no one saw me fall, but I was too late. By then the whole class was laughing, but by the way my teacher was glaring at me, everyone knew she wanted an answer, now. "Ugh...Kansas?" I replied with an uncertain tone in my voice. "No! It's..." Just then, the phone rang, interrupting my teacher from yelling at me again.
Miss Bitters gave a strange, uncomfortable hiss and floated over to the phone. She picked up the receiver and let out a nasty, "Hello." The entire room watched as the cranky old woman yelled viciously at the device, "You'll pay for this one!" Miss Bitters slammed the telephone down, walking to the front of the room to make an announcement. Just then the door swung open. In walked a nice-looking girl with a jet black braid and shiny gold eyes. "Class, this is Ali," explained Miss Bitters, "she is a foreign exchange student from Italy and she will be joining our classroom today."
I saw the new girl looking around the room, probably for a seat. Miss Bitters must have noticed as well, for she pointed at the kid sitting next to me and told the new girl, "You can sit in that desk there." Just then, the door burst open (cracking the wall) and in poured the school SWAT team. "GET HIM!" they yelled, rushing at the kid next to me.
My former classmate must have gotten scared at the men trying to catch him, for he jumped out the window in an instant. It wasn't long before they jumped after him. "DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!" I heard as I watched them chase the boy into the distance. "Take your seat," said Miss Bitters, as though she didn't notice anything.
I could tell Ali was a little stunned at what she just saw; we all were. She looked up at Miss Bitters in a, "Did you see what just happened?" kind of way, but Miss Bitters gestured her over to the now vacant seat. The girl walked over to the empty desk next to me and sat down.
"Now," started Miss Bitters, "what is the difference between a Radioactive Engineer and a Girl Scout, Melvin?" I saw her glaring nastily at Melvin's face for the answer, but just before the toe-headed boy could speak, the bell rang.
The room was immediately filled with overjoyed kids running out the door screaming, "School's out!"
I was one of them. I ran out in the halls and caught up to Zim, who was pulling out some sort of alien-like machine. I quickly reached into my pocket for my camera, but felt nothing except for a pack of gum. "Darn it!" I yelled, "I left my camera at my desk!"
"Ha ha!" I heard Zim shout, "Stupid earth-worm!"
"Maybe if I hurry, I can grab my camera and catch up to him." I said to myself.
I started to run as fast as my legs could take me back to the class, but all of a sudden, BAM! I crashed right into the new girl! Many books and papers filled the air, as did Ali's yelling.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" she shouted.
"Sorry! Here, let me help you with that." I replied picking her books up in a neat pile. I saw many books with many titles as the pile grew. Math, English, Journal, History, Swollen Eyeball......SWOLLEN EYEBALL?!