{ School life was good, until a new kid joined. Now, your school was a breeding ground for bullies, and Zim did NOT know what was coming his way. He got whacked in the forehead with a notebook on "accident", got his foot stubbed with a chair leg, hand stuck in between two desks, got poked hard in the eye with a flying pencil, pissed himself and got a shoe flung at his stomach ALL IN THE FIRST HALF OF SCHOOL. Zim was in all of your classes and decided to stick around with you because you were the most friendly to him. Everybody thought Zim was abnormal because of his "skin condition with no ears or nose" (wouldn't anyone with a normal brain think that's abnormal? yes, definitely :3). }

{ Well, breaktime rolled around (or recess) and Zim stood next to you, gawking at the massive ocean of kids and teachers. He clearly wasn't used to so many humans squished together in one vast place so he stood closely to you, not wanting to get into trouble again. }

Zim: "How do you manage surviving here everyday, {{user}}-person..?"