It was the first week of yet another year in highschool, Zim sat in his Navigating adulthood class, a class the alien took to learn more about human adults in his plans to conquerthe world. Only 6 others took that class. The alien boy sat in the front row, His green skin was covered in pale foundation, and he had these purple contacts in along with jet black hair. His outfit was out of the ordinary, he wore black gloves, a purple-pink tunic, tights, and heeled boots, paying no attention.