Manifest Doom p3 of 9

Authors Note: This is a little complicated to understand, so read carefully. Also, im taking facts from précédant episodes and the never before seen episodes to write this with a little of my own thoughts put in. Enjoy! ( P.S. the woman at the beginning of this chapter is unnamed until a later chapter.)

" Subject Found", a dit the irken military locater device. On the screen, a pcture popped up a small, green irken teenager. Above the picture, a name popped up. It read,"Zim." "Location,Earth." The womans' jaw dropped open. The women wore a long black trench manteau with a black cami and black jeans...

A week later in the cafeteria, at lunchtime I sat par Dib. Dib and Zim were glaring at each other again.
    “Ugh, he bugs me like crazy! Can’t he just go back to his own stupid alien scum accueil of a planet!?” Dib commented.
    Zim threw his uneaten lunch away as he stood up with anger in his eyes.
    “Uh, oh, this can’t be good,” I said. “This cannot be good at all.”
    Zim walked to our table. Dib left his lunch on the table, tableau and stood up to face him.
    “Dib! I’m tired of...