<span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Kit</span></span><br/><br/>Kit looked down at her schedule and to the number on the classroom door she stood in front of. This was the right room, but she hesitated to enter. She was late, and apparently Ms. Bitters had a reputation for being cold and cruel. Maybe she would get the â€œnew student breakâ€ and not be punished as harshly. Either way, she had to go in sometime, and sooner was always better than later.<br/>Walking into the classroom, Kit was greeted with many eyes fixating on her position. It was strange having people stare at her; she hated being the new kid. No matter what she was going to seem foreign, and her faint skin colour didn't help her case.<br/>â€œChildren! Meet our new doomed addition to the class. Her name is Kit and she's probably horrible,â€ Ms. Bitters introduced. Her voice was like venom dripping from the fangs of a viper. â€œKit, if there's anything you'd like to say to the class, tell them now; because after that you will sit down and shut up!â€ Kit looked at the children, thought for a moment.<br/>â€œOnly that it's nice to meet you all, and I hope I'm not that big of a burden on the class,â€ she said and gave a respectful nod.<br/>â€œThere's an open spot over there next to Zim; sit down and be quiet!â€ Bitters hissed and pointed to a desk next to a black-haired, oddly green-skinned boy. Kit sat obediently and quietly. She tried to ignore the sickening familiarity of the boy's skin colour, partially hoping that he really did have the genetic disease that Kit herself claimed to have. On the other hand, though, if this new boy had it for real it would seem less likely for Kit to have coincidentally inherited the same disease. Either way, it seemed, there was no good side.<br/>â€œNow, children, we're going to be learning about the end of the Universe. The various ways this is theorised to happen are...â€ Kit quit listening at that point. She had been in the classroom for thirty seconds and already hated Ms. Bitters' teaching style. She was just... a being of flesh and angst devoid of intelligence. Drifting out of reality, Kit began fidgeting with her hands, fingering her pencil.<br/>Kit leaned back in her desk and gingerly touched her fingertips to her camera. She played with it a little, trying not to draw attention to herself. The lecture seemed to be dragging on forever and Kit tuned just in time to hear the last bit of it.<br/>â€œAnd that's why we're all just doomed,â€ Bitters snarled, turning from her chalkboard to look at the class. Not long after, a ruler was slapped down on Kit's desk. The teacher had apparently noticed her not paying attention. â€œKit! Any questions?â€ Venom words. Drip, drip.<br/>â€œWell, one: how can you say for sure that we're all doomed? I mean, everything is truly uncertain until the very end, and in different beliefs and cultures there are varying ideas of what goes on after death. In some, there is a beautiful and eternal paradise waiting for those who die. In others all that awaits is a never-ending, sweltering desert. In still others, those slain will go to a huge army to fight the final battle of Ragnarok. And there is no argument of right or wrong in the long run since there is no ultimate and definite truth,â€ Kit replied, â€œbecause the word 'doomed' is a very debatable topic.â€<br/>Ms. Bitters hissed in anger, probably contemplating a sharp reply. â€œKit! You do not talk back to your teacher! Your next outburst will earn you a detention! Be more careful!â€ Drip. Drip.<br/>Kit did't reply; only stared defiantly into Ms. Bitters' eyes. If she were normal and could afford attention being drawn to her, she would retort and recount to the failure of a teacher exactly how dumb she really was. She needed to lay low, though, and thus had to hold her tongue. When she was finally left alone and Ms. Bitters turned back to the board Kit whispered, â€œNot my fault I'm smarter than you.â€ Maybe it was the Irken in her, or maybe it was just common sense, she hated humans.<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Xena</span></span><br/><br/>Xena looked at the newcomer. She silently watched as the girl sat down and looked at the board. Something about her seemed... different. Xena didn't think much of it though, and just looked down to the paper she'd been drawing on moments earlier. It was of a girl laying down, eyes closed, apparently dead or dying. A ghost hovered above the girl, kissed her eyelids as if to say â€œgoodnight, my loveâ€. The picture was dark and nicely shaded. She was almost finished, added a bit more detail to the tombstones in the background and drew small but heavily detailed ravens in the dark sky. For a doodle it was pretty good, even in Xena's critical eyes. Xena looked up quickly as Ms. Bitters started to yell again. Flipping the page in her notebook, Xena ignored the argument and started drawing again. This time it was of Nidhogg, the snake in Niflheim that feasts on the corpses of the dead in the Norse religion. She felt outcast from the rest of the class, and her drawings reflected that emotion at that point in time. Cold, lonely, downright strange.<br/>When Xena looked up from her paper, she saw that the boy ahead of her looked cautious of not only the kid he referred to as an â€œalienâ€, but the new girl as well. Kit, the girl, didn't look all that strange other than being exceedingly pale and wearing a bandana on her head in a slightly hipster-like fashion. The way the boy, Dib, usually spoke was creepy, yes, but not insane as the other students claimed him to be. Maybe he just saw something she didn't. Xena shook her head, not having an opinion on the matter and went back to her drawing. Class would be over in only a few minutes and then it would be lunchtime. Xena usually didn't eat and sat alone, as she had no friends in the school, and the lunches were usually mostly meat which she didn't eat. A lot of kids stared at her at lunch, especially the guys. Most males just didn't understand vegetarianism...<br/>At least Xena didn't have to deal with being the new kid anymore. Maybe now her classmates would quit staring at her as much. She hated the attention; it made her feel like a freak. Even if she didn't voice her thoughts on things like aliens and ghosts as Dib did, it was almost like the other children just kind of knew. Xena sighed. Oh, how she hated being singled out...