<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Kit</span></span><br/><br/>Kit shivered a bit as the bell rang and Zim bolted out of the classroom. What she had seen on his back... The last time Kit had ever seen another Irken--years and years ago--he had been wearing that strange PAK; the same one Zim was wearing. There was no doubt in her mind now that Zim had to be Irken--the green skin, the same PAK her father had worn, the desperate need to seem normal but failure of doing so--and Kit was scared. Oh, how she was scared. Did this mean her father was dead and the Tallest now had no reason to hold back from killing her? N-no, there had to be another reason... There had to be something else to explain this Irken's presence. Maybe he was... Kit growled at her lack of knowledge of the Irken empire. Hell, her father was an Elite or maybe even higher up on the importance scale and she didn't even know why one of her own kind would be there!<br/>Kit made her way down the hallway, avoiding the human children who were clearly enthusiastic to eat the disgusting lunch food. She scoffed at them, unknowing of how they could possibly stomach that meaty filth. Kit had never eaten lunch at the Skool before but could already smell the gross pork fumes radiating from their origin. She almost didn't want to go into the lunchroom, but knew that if she didn't she would appear strange and abnormal. That was something she simply couldn't afford--especially with an Irken in her class.<br/>Finally if not regrettably entering the mess hall, Kit held her stomach as it churned in protest to the smell of the food. She followed the other children, silently entering the line to wait to obtain some "nutrients". No one spoke to her, and for that she was grateful. She didn't want the stupid beings speaking to her.<br/>Once she got the food-vomit on her plate, she walked to an empty table and sat down. With her fork, she picked through the food trying to find something she liked or at least could eat. There were only peas, and even those made her stomach shrink with only the mere smell. Kit then decided to simply pick at the food until the majority of the students went to clean their trays of excess food and give them to the cooks for further washing.<br/>Looking up from the tray of filth, Kit noticed that the "Zim" child hadn't come to lunch. Even more proof to her theory. He likely couldnâ€™t stomach the Earth food either, but on a more dramatic scale than Kit. Being half human, Kitâ€™s system could handle more of the human food than a pure-blooded Irken. Mostly, though, these things were fruits and vegetables with little deviation from a strict vegetarian diet. At least it was easy to explain her intolerance of things like meat and eggs. Most thought it odd, yes, when she claimed to be vegan, but at least they didnâ€™t think it was paranormal. At least they didnâ€™t suspect her to be what she really wasâ€¦<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Xena</span></span><br/><br/>Xena averted her eyes from her drawing when the students started taunting Dib. She wanted to yell at them and tell them to stop, but knew Dib could handle himself. From what sheâ€™d seen he was a smart boy, and from what sheâ€™d heard from other students he was the son of Professor Membrane. That had to contribute<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>to his intellect, right?<br/>She didnâ€™t think he was a freak like the boys said. Not even for talking to himself which he did quite a lot. When no one else speaks to you, who better to talk to than yourself? Who could possibly know you better? And his paranormal studies were cool. Not real ghost-hunting cool, but still pretty cool. She had found his presentation on ghosts very interesting, and had even debated asking him about it. True to her shy nature, though, she had refrained from speaking to him. She didnâ€™t want him to think her a freak like the rest of the class seemed to. She looked back to her drawing, ignoring the other idiots in class.<br/>Xena hardly noticed the bell ring, looked up when most of the students were out of the class. She glanced at the door just in time to see two boys walking together, whispering and staring at her. She returned their fleeting looks with a sharp glare and stood up. She began to walk away from the classroom, not far behind Ms. Bitters herself, before she noticed Dib. Strict teacher no longer in the room to instruct her otherwise, Xena turned and looked at the self-proclaimed paranormal investigator. She felt sympathy for him. Before she could open her mouth to speak, she instinctively checked her phone from nervousness. A text message received earlier from her friend Nathanial convinced her to speak to Dib, offer him help. The message read â€œYeah, go for it!â€, and was about a different topic entirely. She had asked him at the beginning of the day whether or not she should go out for the schoolâ€™s speech program. Well, good old Nate had just made two decisions for her. Slipping her phone back into the pocket of her black skinny-cut jeans, Xena walked over to Dib and waved at him shyly in an attempt to get his attention.<br/>â€œHey! Umâ€¦ It wasnâ€™t fair how Ms. Bitters made you stay and clean. Sheâ€™s such an old beastly hagâ€¦ But, since sheâ€™s not here, you need some help?â€ she asked with a smile. Apprehensive, she plucked at the bottom of her shirt and it was then she realized how much of a freak she must appear to be. Her shirt was black with the image of a black panther head, mouth bloodied, roaring, with purple roses surrounding his face. Above the graphic image were purple graffiti-like letters reading â€œEscape the Fateâ€, one of her favourite bands. She liked the way the shirt fit her body, though, as it brought out her figure while the image made her look less than girly. The belt she wore was black fake leather laden with metal studs that seemed splatter-painted rainbow. At least she never wore makeup--that helped her not look scary or â€œemoâ€ or whatever else sheâ€™d been called. Either way, though, she mustâ€™ve looked supremely abnormal. She just hoped Dib didnâ€™t notice or at least could look past it enough to reply.