Lol, I kind of came up with a reason for Gypsie to be...her. XD See if you can guess my very simple reason later on. ^^

Kitten and Vena were sleeping in their usual bed. Kitten had long before turned Facilier's guest room into her room by putting up a bunch of pictures of them together with Lynn and a big poster that read, "THIS IS MY ROOM" As they slept, her night light sent shimmers all over the room; she had it to make the room really beautiful. She had re-arranged it, so her bed was by the door. And a lamp and cabinet was close to the door. Kitten tossed and turned; she was dreaming…

"Terry!!" someone called down the school hallways, "Terry! Where are you?" The red-haired teenager walked down the empty hallways. As she turned the corner, she saw a blond-haired girl, sitting in a chair with…

"Terry!" the girl shouted, "There you are! Where've you been?"

"OH! Uh…Ciara!" Ciara's boyfriend Terry stood up. "Where…where was I…?" The blond girl scoffed.

"Beat it, Ciara. I have a boyfriend to take to the movies."

"What are you talking about? Your boyfriend's in France!"

"No. MY boyfriend…" The blond girl gestured to Terry, "is right here!"

"No, he's not! That's MY boyfriend! Terry, it's not true, is it?" She looked at Terry. Terry hesitated for what seemed like forever.

"It's…it's true. Stephanie said her boyfriend broke up with her and I wanted to make her feel better. But, then she kissed me and asked me to stay with her…"

"So…so, you abandoned me for her?"

"No! No, I just…well…it's-it's hard to explain…"

"Oh, no it's not!" Terry gave her a confused look. "I get it. She's popular! I'm not! I thought you were different!!"

"I…" Ciara ran off, tears coming to her eyes. She ran around the corner and opened the janitor's closet and slammed the door as hard as she could. When the door was closed, she started bawling. This went on for awhile until she heard a bang. She stopped crying and listened. After a few long seconds, she sighed hard.

"Stupid Terry! Stupid Stephanie!" she said. She paused, and a wild grin came upon her face, "Well…" She grabbed a broom and stood up, wiping a few tears from her eyes and sighing. "If I can't have him…no one can."

The next morning, Kitten walked down the street in New Orleans with Vena walking beside her and Lynn following behind, experimenting by going in zigzags on the ground like a snake. Kitten had been thinking all morning about how weird it was to have such a real dream about someone that she didn't know. The girl, Ciara, had looked so much like Gypsie, except her hair was shorter and not in a braid.

"Kitten is stressed." Lynn said.

"Yeah…" Kitten replied.

"Why are you stressed out today?" Vena asked, "So what if a new girl is flirting with Dr. Facilier? I don't care, because I'm a doll."

"I know, but she's just so…intimidating…and Lynn hates her. That proves my point. You should have been there. Lynn was so mad at her just for being there!"

"Aww, it can't be that bad."

"Oh, really? Look at my back." Kitten raised her shirt up behind her so Vena could see all the scratches that Lynn had given her at the store.

"Wow! Uh…why are you all scratched up?"

"Because…" Kitten pulled her shirt back down. "Lynn was so freaked out, she ripped my back up with her claws."

"Oh…" was all Vena said as they continued to walk.

"I just think you should keep an eye in her. It's not that I'm worried they're in love, I'm worried that she is bad news." Vena stopped. Lynn slithered up in front of kitten and stopped her.

"Umm…Kitten? Is that bad news?" Vena asked. Kitten looked ahead of her and gasped. They quickly hid behind the corner and took a look around it; slowly, cautiously. There was Gypsie, her hair down and whipping around her face like she was in a rocket. Her eyes glowed bright blue as she held her arms out and laughed; Kitten, Lynn, and Vena winced as they heard it: the piercing laugh. Then came Kitten's most fearful moment: Gypsie turned her head and stared straight at her.

"You…" she hissed. Wait, is there more than one person here? "…have seen too much." She reached out towards her and the next thing Kitten knew, she was out.

Blink, blink, blink. Am I really thinking, already? Apparently, because I see…

"AAAHHH!" Kitten screamed, as seeing Gypsie lean over her, looking normal again; all innocent. Gypsie leaped back as Kitten noticed she was lying in her bed in her room with Facilier, Lynn, and Vena standing over her. Or, Vena was standing on her shoulder.

"Kitten, are ya'll alright?" Facilier asked, obviously concerned.

"I…" Kitten tried to remember.

"I don't know what happened. I found her lying on the ground like this, so I carried her home. Ow…" She felt her cheek, where there were three scratches.

"Oh, Gypsie, you're a life saver!" Facilier said, as if relieved.

"Thanks, Faci." Kitten suddenly felt herself ready to throw up as she sat up.

"Wait, wait, wait…you just told him you found me, laying on the ground?" she asked.

"Yes." Gypsie said.

"Baloney!" Kitten's outburst startled Gypsie. "Why don't you tell him your eyes were glowing, Miss You-Have-Seen-To-Much?!"

"What?" Gypsie asked, innocently.

"Don't play dumb, Gypsie! I saw you! We all did!"

"Better calm down, Kitten. You'll have a heart attack." Vena said.

"What are you talking about? You saw it, too!"

"Umm…the last thing I remember is watching Bill Cosby on TV." Kitten gave an insane look. She rolled her legs off the bed and got ready to stand up.

"But…but, that doesn't make any sense!" Kitten protested, "We all saw it. Me, Vena, Lynn…" She looked to see that Lynn was gone. "Where's Lynn?"

"She ran off to play video games." Vena said, smiling.

"Uh…"

"Maybe, you imagined it." Facilier suggested.

"BUT…" Kitten paused. What if she had imagined it? After all, Vena didn't remember it. Maybe she was just being paranoid and fainted? Could that be possible? "Well…maybe…but, it seemed so real. But, I guess if you don't remember," She looked at Vena, "And Lynn's not interested, then, my stress is causing me to imagine things?" She shrugged and flashed a nervous smile.

"Exactly. You have been very stressed out, lately." Facilier said.

"Yeah…but…" …something still doesn't make sense… "Ok. Sorry, Gypsie." She choked on the word "sorry", "I don't want you to think I hate you…I'm just uh…stressed out, what with all my…homework and……homework…" Gypsie chirped.

"Oh, that's ok, Kitten!" she said, "I understand, perfectly!"

"You do?"

"Yes!" Gypsie sounded really happy. "Well, I have to go, now. But, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Of course you will."

"Bye!" And with that, Gypsie picked up her bag and skipped off. When she was gone, Kitten slowly turned her head to Facilier. All she said was,

"She scares me."

Kitten was sitting in a chair, watching as Gypsie and Facilier talked as if they'd known each other forever. She sighed. Ever since Gypsie had shown up, she'd felt more alert, more lonely, more paranoid, and of course–and she'd never admit it–a little jealous. She sighed again. Vena climbed up on her lap.

"Aw, come on, Kitten. You've been doing that all day."

"Doing what?"

"That weird breathing thing."

"You mean this?" Kitten let out a loud exaggerated sigh to get Facilier's attention.

"Yeah, that."

"Kitten, can you keep it down over there?" Facilier said. Kitten steamed as they continued talking. Kitten picked up a pebble on the ground and threw it at him. It hit him right in the eye.

"OW!" He glared at Kitten, who made stressed motions, saying something like,

"Come here! Come on! Now!" Facilier sighed and shook his head.

"I'm going to go to Tiana's Palace to get some beignets." he announced, standing up. "When I get back, I don't want you accusing Gypsie of trying to fly, ya' hear?" At first, Kitten wasn't sure who he was talking to. "Kitten?" Kitten looked at him.

"Oh…uh--sure…?"

"I mean it. No more fighting today." As he walked by, Kitten mouthed the word "fighting" with a questionable look on her face. As Facilier shut the door behind him, Kitten suddenly became cautious.

"Uh…" she said, "I'll just…be up in my room…" she said. "You know, for uh…a thing." Kitten bolted down the hallway to her room.

"KITTEN, WAIT!" Gypsie called. Kitten slowly turned her head back around the corner.

"Yeah…?"

"Wanna talk until Faci gets back?"

"Uh…well, I…"

"Come on. I don't bite." Are you sure? Kitten thought. But, out of politeness, she walked over and sat next to her.

"Ok, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well…let's get to know each other, because you seem a little uneasy around me. Tell me about yourself."

"Uh…well, uh…" Kitten tried to think of something to say, "I like cats?" Gypsie giggled. "Umm…I uh…I draw."

"You draw?"

"Yeah…uh…here…" Kitten reached to her side and pulled some drawings out of her bag. "These are some drawings I did of Facile and Lynn. Or his shadow fighting with Lynn. Or something else." Gypsie flipped through them.

"Wow, these are very good, Kitten." Kitten smiled, but said nothing. "I wish I could draw like this."

"Yeah, I've sort of been practicing for years and years…"

"Well, I'm impressed."

"Thanks." She paused to look at Lynn, who was curled up right under the chair Gypsie was sitting in. "Aw…Lynn is cute when she's asleep." Gypsie looked down and saw her.

"So, she is." she agreed. The door behind her began to slide open. Kitten looked away for a moment to zip her bag up. Gypsie smiled and lifted her foot up. Then, she brought it down hard on Lynn's tail. She heard a piercing screech that Lynn erupted both from pain and from noticing her. Just as Facilier walked in, he saw Lynn, attacking her leg like a rabid dog, screeching and scratching her relentlessly. Kitten watched in horror at the sight; she hated when Lynn was upset. And she had heard Gypsie step on her.

"LYNN!!!!" Facilier bellowed. Lynn stopped, just about to bite Gypsie's leg. She chirped with her mouth wide open, fangs showing. At first he had nothing to say. "Come here! NOW!" Lynn whimpered and slithered over to him. Facilier leaned over and glared at her. He lowered his voice, "If you ever do that again, you're gonna clean up the emporium and eat the dirt, LITERALLY!!!" Lynn squealed and backed away. "GET OUT OF HERE!!" Lynn didn't hesitate to dart out of there faster than a cheetah.

"Wait--Facilier, it wasn't Lynn's fault!" Kitten said. "She was just startled."

"Kitten, I seen it with my own eyes!" Facilier replied.

"No, Gypsie stomped on her tail. I seen that."

"Kitten!!"

"What?"

"Stop blaming Gypsie for everything!"

"But, I'm not blaming her! She did it!"

"I don't care. Even if she did, which she didn't, Lynn shouldn't have attacked her like that!" Kitten became angry.

"Gypsie, didn't you step on Lynn's tail? Don't deny it, because I heard you do it!" Gypsie just glared at her, as if confused.

"Kitten, go to your room." Facilier said, calmly.

"But…" Kitten protested.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM!!" Kitten squeaked and dashed down the hallway. Facilier sat down across from Gypsie and rubbed his head. "Here are the beignets…" He sat the tray down for her to eat from.

"Can I help with your stress, Faci?" Gypsie asked, as Kitten peered around the corner.

"Well, a tarot reading can calm me down a bit." He paused to look at her, "How's about I do one on you?"

"No!" Gypsie suddenly blurted out. "I-I mean…I uh…my dad told me I can't do that without his permission."

"Oh, uh…your dad?"

"Well, I can, but he just cares, you know?"

"I get it."

"Yeah." Facilier glared at Kitten & pointed down the hallway.

"OUT!" Kitten practically flew down the hallway and into her room, shutting the door behind her and panting.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

Aww! Poor Lynn! Getting screamed at like that... and poor Kitten. Facile never believes her. But, I kind of laughed at the end. "OUT!" XD Gypsie refusing a tarot reading is another one of Kitten's suspicions, in case you didn't pick it up.