Another one! Hope you enjoy it.

The day after the big dance at the school, Becky was being reprimanded by Bob about how she was being irresponsible and reckless about the whole thing. What had she been thinking? Going to the dance with Tobey as Wordgirl was dangerous, it was just plain wrong!

Becky had tuned him out, thinking about the situation herself. Bob was mad because she went with him as Wordgirl, but what did he want her to do? Go with him as Becky? She almost let out a bitter laugh. He wouldn't have accepted. He didn't like her anyway.

The chimp noticed that the girl had stopped listening to him so he sighed and finished his sentence, "You know what Becky...how about you just think about this for a while...as Becky...and Wordgirl."

The final squeak of the chimpanzee brought the girl back to reality and she let out an exasperated groan as the door closed. She turned over until she was staring at herself in the full length mirror. The reflection then transformed into Wordgirl. She frowned at her head's room-mate, then opened her mouth:

"There's been some confusion over roaming in my head... and of course I'll care for Nessa..."

She remembered her promise to care for the wheel-chaired girl that liked her little brother.

The reflection seemed to sing back to her, almost challenging, "But of course, I'll rise above it..."

She and her reflection sang together, as a whole instead of two pieces, "For I know that's how you'd want me to respond. Yes, there's been some confusion for you see my room-mate is..."

The two sides of the Lexiconian stared at each other, the reflection speaking first:

"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and all together quite impossible to describe..."

Becky cocked an eyebrow and finally stated her thoughts, "Cruel."

"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?" asked Wordgirl.

"I felt the moment I laid eyes on you," Becky replied angrily.

Wordgirl grasped her chest dramatically, "My pulse is rushing..."

"My head is reeling," Becky said, grabbing her head whilst shaking it.

"My face is flushing."

"What is this feeling," they sang in unison, "Fervid as a flame, does it have a name? Yes: Loathing. Unadulterated loathing."

"For your face...," Wordgirl cried cockly.

"Your voice...," Becky replied cooily.

"Your clothing...," exclaimed the heroine angrily.

"Let's just say," they stated, "I loathe it all! Ev'ry little trait, however small makes my very flesh begin to crawl with simple utter loathing. There's a strange exhilaration in such total detestation. It's so pure! So strong! Though I do admit it came on fast,"

"Still I do believe that it can last. And I witll be loathing, loathing you...my whole life long!"

From outside her window and door Becky could hear the people singing the reflection's praises:

"Dear Wordgirl, you are just too good! How do stand it? I don't think I could! She's a terror! She's a tartar! We don't mean to show a bias, but Wordgirl you're a martyr!"

The heroine's chest swelled up with pride as she chirped out: "Well...these things are sent to try us!"

Becky rolled her eyes as te citizens continued.

"Poor Wordgirl, forced to reside with someone so disgusticified. We just want to tell you: We're all on your side! We share your loathing..."

The singing of the two girls melded with the voices of the city's habitants. The anger in her rising even more as the voices sang against her. Everyone loved Wordgirl, they all idolised her. Meanwhile, Becky Botsford was abused, pushed around, used...and no one was obvious to the fact that she was Wordgirl!

"AHHH...loathing!"

Her two sides continued to argue within her head, the voices returning into one, echoing within the caverns of her head, "There's a strange exhileration in such total detestation. So pure, so strong!"

"So strong!" agreed the crowd.

"Though I do admit it came on fast. Still I do believe that it can last all and I with be loathing for forever loathing. Truly, deeply loathing you my whole life long!"

"Unadulterated loathing," the crowd replied.

"BOO!" cried Becky to her reflection as she flipped the mirror around.

The girl angrily raised herself from her bed, bitter tears falling from her eyes. Who knew she could hate herself? She was tired of being two people and not being appreciated for being both. The door opened and she turned, meeting the eyes of her best friend.

"Bob," she sobbed, "Would they miss me if I were only one or the other?"

Dun dun dun! I was thinking about doing 'No One Mourns the Wicked' after this...after that who knows, but I'd keep going!