So this was a bit angsty- but it was based off my immediate reactions to a conversation with my father. It worked for Electra so I wrote it cats-style and decided to post it :) It's just a shorty...
The quotes are meant to be interpreted as either what some of the other Jellicles have been telling her, or what she herself is thinking.
Enjoy.
You're not good enough.' That's all I heard as I walked away from the junkyard, tail dragging and ears drooping. Never good-enough, always not-good-enough.
'You can't be the pretty one, or the dancer, or the singer- you aren't good enough. There will always be someone better.' I feel my knees give way and slowly realise that I have fallen to the floor and am kneeling in the cold dirt, crying for my lost dreams.
'Just settle for something that you can do- being a back-up, mediochre shape that fills a space.' I used to think I didn't fit that space, but now I'm pretty sure that the years of being put-down constantly have filed away my more interesting edges and left me perfectly suited to it.
'Find another dream- one that you can actually achieve.' Well of course- like that's so simple. Just because people change doesn't mean their dreams do- how many adult queen's still secretly yearn for their handsome tom charming?
'You never really work for it- you don't have any determination.' Well that's not true is it? Mind you- it's not as if people flock to watch me desperately practice my dancing and singing and make-up and acrobatics and stand-out-in-a-crowdness; most cats are asleep in the middle of the day.
'Don't be ridiculous- if you work hard you'll get somewhere, but that still won't be that far.' It certainly won't. My stars have flown away; pushed back and back again behind layers and nights of slowly realising-
-That I am not good enough.