It was February 13. Also known as the day before Valentines Day. Everyone at New York Citys high school was preparing for it. A green skinned teenage boy named Zim was leaning against a giant oak tree. He was sixteen years old and about six feet. He wore a black hooded sweatshirt and black, baggy jeans. His wig gave him hair that covered his sky blue eyes a little. He watched as girls and boys were hugging and kissing and giving each other presents like candy and flowers. His face had disgusted written all over it. Ever since he encountered Tak he hated love. He thought it was just stupid.
He began scanning the rest of the front