Okay. So we've heard enough about NCIS in HIGH SCHOOL.
So, I thought it would a hell of a lot of fun if I wrote about them in …drum roll please…
A/N: In this series, we are pretending Ziva lives in America. Please, no crappy feedback! If you don't like, don't read!
Alright, let's start!
Ziva was sitting in the corner of the playground, as usual. She wore a brown T-Shirt, jeans, and a precious gold necklace, with the Star of David on the end. Her long brown hair was tied up in a high ponytail. The other girls stared at her, and she stared right back. Ziva did not play with the other first grade girls, because she did NOT like the things they did. They liked princesses; Ziva preferred like practicing her knife throwing, a new thing her father had taught her how to do. They all wanted a pony; Ziva wanted a new version of Battle Ship. She thought it promoted strategic and in-advance thinking. She glanced over at the other side of the playground, where all the boys were. She didn't quite know them, but she knew they were different than girls. So she stood up and ventured into the land where no first grade girl had ever gone before: into the boy's side.
"Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!" four boys chanted. Another boy stood in the corner of the playground, holding a worm. He had brown ruffled hair and bright green eyes, and a wide grin. He dangled it over his mouth like he was going to eat it. Ziva grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Eating a worm, duh." He said, as if it was common to snack on worms. "Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Because they think I should." He said. Pointing at the group of boys, who were staring confusedly at him and Ziva. "I don't know if that's very smart." She sighed. He looked at the worm, and then back at Ziva. He shrugged and put it down, and it slithered away into the grass. "Yeah, you're probably right." He said. "I'm Ziva." She said, sticking out her hand. "Tony." He replied, shaking it. "You know, you are different than the other girls." He said. "Oh, and how?" Ziva asked. "Well, for one thing, you don't think I have cooties." He laughed.
Ziva walked into her classroom and put her backpack on her chair. She noticed another girl, sitting right next to her. She had midnight black hair, and wore a sweater that had a bat on it. Her hair was up in pigtails. They bounced whenever she turned her head. She turned to Ziva with a wide grin on her face. "Hi! I'm Abby." She smiled. "Ziva. I like your shirt." She said, pointing at the bat. "Thank you! I like bats a lot. And spiders and farting hippos."
"Yeah. I have one at home named Bert."
Suddenly, a girl with golden brown hair walked by. "Ughh, Abby. You're so weird."
Abby sighed, "Go away, Jeanne."
The girl pressed on. "I mean, who wears shirts with bats on them? And constantly wears black?" she shuddered.
"Umm, I do, apparently."
The girl walked away. Abby stuck out her tongue at her. Ziva giggled.