IZ: Words can shatter the soul29th SeptemberDib had just started his second week as a high school freshman.He plonked his backpack on his chair and sat down. The classroom was noisy, full of kids his age, freshmen. Some were running around the classroom, screaming, yelling, wreaking havoc. Some stood in little groups, chatting. Some sat at their desks or stood around the classroom, texting or chatting online.Zim sat at the far end of the classroom, writing something, possibly planning another attempt to take over Earth.Dib sighed as he sat alone in his corner. He was still hated by his classmates. He was still rejected and avoided like a plague. He was still insulted and bullied. Being in high school now made it worst. His classmates made it clearer that he wasn't wanted, that he shouldn't be anywhere near them. The insults grew worst. It was growing more obvious that everyone around him wished that he was never their classmate, that he was never in their school, that he never existed.Dib noticed something on