Chapter One: Smeethood

Miz was sitting in the corner, her hat covered most of her antennas. Her eyes looked normal in the shadows.
"Mommy zei it would be fun here... she was wrong." Miz thought to herself cradling her knees.
"You, little pitiful smeet." zei a loud voice. "Who are you?"
Miz looked up, a small red-eyed smeet stood above her. "I-I'm Miz, and, u are?" Miz zei softly slightly lifting her hat to see.
"I AM ZIM!!!" The smeet screeched. Miz's eye twitched. She stood up, Zim had to look up to see her eyes. She held out her hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you." She said. Zim held her hand and shook it.
At least two years later during training, Miz grew taller, about meer than a normal Irken should. Zim, on the other hand, grew only a little bit. Miz was four, Zim was only three. They became good friends.
Miz grabbed a mes and aimed as best as she could, and threw it. She hit the neck and the head fell off the wooden dummy. Except, everyone else threw better. Another jaar passed, Miz had built several S.I.R units since her father wouldn't give her one. Many failures passed before she built M.A.E. The S.I.R unit saluted Miz. "MAE, reporting for duty." The roze eyed S.I.R unit said.