So, here it is.  c:  We still need a plot but ehn.  We'll eventually come up with something |D Don't worry if your posts can't be as long as mine, heh.  I'm mainly doing this to practice my skills :D

 

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 Another wonderfully boring day in the dreadfully average life of Gaz.  If the annoying school kids and their constant chattering didn't kill her, then the abnormally large pile of homework would. How she loathed school!  If it weren't for her dad's enthusiasm over his own work and Dib's falling behind (caused by excessive alien stalking), she wouldn't even try anymore.  But someone in the family had to be sane.  The last thing she needed was for people to start thinking she was as much of a nutter as her brother.

 

 It was lunch now, and the girl had an algebra book on her lap, glaring down at the pages with angry amber eyes as she traced the words with one hand and tapped her pencil on the school's front stairs with the other.  She blew a strand of purple hair out of her face irritably, quickly jolting down some notes from the book into the notepad beside her.  Algebra nearly made her leak tears of boredom every day- and it didn't help that her dad had insisted high math for her, either.  It was difficult.  It was tiresome.  And it made her want to jump off a bridge.

 

 Of course, fate wouldn't let her have a normal day.  Why should it?  Gaz always ended up getting stuck in the middle of trouble.  Even on a seemingly-good day such as today, with Dib stuck sick in bed, things could go wrong.  Which they would.

 

...

 Gaz's eyes lifted slightly as Zim walked past, completely oblivious to the girl sitting on the school's porch.  GIR followed behind him- how that crummy disquise pa.ssed for a dog, Gaz would never understand.  The girl shook her head and stared back down at her book.  Zim was none of her concern.

 But honestly, bothering him seemed like a much more entertaining idea than sitting and doing math.

Gaz debated in her head for a moment, but then slammed the book shut and stuffed it in her backpack along with her notepad.  She'd skipped school many times before, and this would be no different.  Zim looked much too cheerful, too plotting.  He could use some pesting.

 The girl threw her bag over one shoulder and headed off, not gaining much attention, and she was able to clear the school grounds easily.  She hesitated before running to catch up with the alien, forcing herself to make it to him rather quickly.  Not like she would have the element of surprise- if her heavy boots didn't let him know she was coming, her panting breath would.

 "H-Hey space loser."  Gaz gave him a devilish smile.  "What's wrong?  Caught a bad case of stupid?  I'm completely serious, you know.  Dib caught that at an early age and we just can't find a cure."

Zim turned around. "Uh....... No. I must be going now......."He said, turning around, facing the street.

((*Braindead*))

(it happens c:)

Gaz frowned, eyes narrowing and flicking up and down as if trying to detect something Zim was hiding.  "That's it?  No doomsday remarks?  No comebacks?  Nothing?"  She was quiet for a moment, dusting off her black dress before looking back at the Irken, looking annoyed as usual but with a hint of curiosity.  "You're up to something, aren't you?  It's the perfect time to strike."  Her voice was starting to have an odd tone- Just the slightest tinge of desperation.  "You know, with Dib sick and all?"

She paused, just noticing how she sounded, and cleared her throat, punching Zim on the shoulder roughly for not really any reason at all.  Then she glanced down at GIR emotionlessly.  "...Hey, robot.  What's wrong with Spacehead?"

GIR's eyes widened. He barked like a dog and ran into the weird house.

Zim chuckled nervously. He rubbed the back of his neck. One of his eyes was a rectngle as the other one was an oval. "Non-sence earthling!"He said. He ran into the house. He looked outside his window, watching Gaz.

 Yep.  Something was definitely up.  Gaz stood just outside Zim's fence, staring as GIR and Zim both ran into their base.  She saw the Irken peek out his window, watching her, and she resisted the urge to stick out her tongue childishly.  Well, either she could go home, or go back to school.  Or there was the option of further pestering answers from Zim.

 Going home would mean having to hear Dib cough and hack and complain.  Going to school would mean work and pointless cramming of knowledge she'd never use.  So obviously she chose the latter of three options, sighing and walking straight up to Zim's house, not fearing the gnomes or defenses.  Why should she?  She could easily avoid or take them out.  Besides, if something did happen, at least Zim would have to scrape up her miserable splattered body.

 ...That thought wasn't exactly comforting, but Gaz shrugged it off.

 Gaz was surprised that nothing attacked her, but she took a deep breath at Zim's door and kicked it open- happy to find it actually did open, instead of making her look like an idiot, had she have banged her foot on the door randomly.  GIR was on the couch in his costume, Zim standing near innocently.  You could almost see Gaz's brain trying to piece together what was going on.

 "...You're good," Gaz growled, walking over to jab Zim in the stomach.  "But I'm better.  If you don't want to end up as lion meat you'd better give me some explanations."  She honestly didn't care too much, but she was getting curious simply because it was a human nature thing.  Zim was being much too sneaky for her tastes.  If he wouldn't tell her, she'd find another way...

((I don't know what to post. So this is the best I can.))

"Only if you don't tell that idiotic human you call Dib."Zim send. "GIR! go fetch me something to drink!"

(Hey, make it up as you go along ^^  That's what I do half the time.  If you're having trouble making it longer, just ramble a bit on setting, character thoughts, or dialogue~!)

 

 Gaz rolled her eyes.  "I'm not promising anything.  But I a.ssure you, talking to Dib is not exactly on the top of my 'to-do' list."  She crossed her arms and sat on the couch, laying across it with her boots on the other arm cushion.  If Zim didn't want his sofa ruined, too bad for him.  The girl had more on her mind than alien furnature.

 "So.  Cough it up."  She leaned back, staring at the tubed ceiling.  She seemed much too comfortable in a hostile alien's base.  Probably because her ego was much too inflated.  Or perhaps she just felt no danger at all around Zim.  This could either be really good or really bad for the alien.

 When Zim stared, Gaz merely glared back until the Irken coughed.  GIR got out of his costume, and Gaz held out a hand to pat the robot on the head.  He was kind of cute, though the girl wouldn't admit it out loud.  She retracted her hand and put both arms behind her head as a pillow, crossing one leg over the other comfortably.

 "So?"  She turned her head a little to look back at them.  "You going to tell me or what?"  You'd better, if you know what's good for you, she tacked on in her head.  But she kept on her poker face, not going to let Zim see her growing irritation or confusion.  She was good at being unreadable- it was one of her better traits.

 Gaz smacked herself in the forehead- loudly and enough to make a red mark.  "You are a complete moron.  I know that, you thickhead.  What, you don't think I listen to Dib's constant jabber?  I have to.  Or he just keeps at it."  The girl sat up, eyes icy daggers.  "Read my lips, alien.  I.  Know.  You're.  Up.  To.  Something."

  She got a little distracted with GIR eating his cupcake, resisting the feminine urge to coo something.  Blinking a couple times, the girl focused back on the task at hand.  "Look.  This can either be really easy or really hard.  Maybe you'd like me to explore your labs a bit, hmm?  Mess around with some chemicals.  Sounds fun to me."

  More like stupid, Gaz thought bitterly to herself.  My skin's going to melt off or something.

"No one's been in my lab! Well, come in then........ If you want to die."He said.

 Gaz glared at him, but didn't really respond.  She wasn't quite sure if he was joking or not, and honestly she didn't want to ask and find out.  Instead, she just gave a dramatic sigh and shoved herself off the couch, pushing past Zim to stand on the hidden elevator in the corner of the room.  She shrugged.  "GIR took me down here once when you kidnapped Dib."

  The girl kicked a boot on the ground as it slowly descended.  "Soooo.  The whole 'dying' thing was pretty funny, heh heh.  Heh."  Her nervous laugh wasn't much of a laugh at all and she gave the Irken a sideways glance, wondering if he'd catch her question.

 Someone doesn't get sarcasm well.  Gaz was about as nervous as Zim was, though she didn't show it nearly as much.  Something was really up.  Or maybe she was just paranoid.  Ugh.  I'm going to end up as bad as Dib!  She shivered, dreading the thought.  Her eyes trailed GIR, who jumped out of the slow elevator at the last moment to make some cupcakes.  How could he have such few worries?

  There was a very awkward silence, in which Gaz pulled on her striped arm-warmers.  A bit too hoarsely, she asked, "Well, uh.  Make any cool new doomsday... things?"  That sounds really stupid.  Good job, Gazzy-girl.  She shifted on her feet, wishing the stupid elevator would hurry and get them down to the labs.