A/N: Yes, I know, one of THESE. Ergh. I have to make excuses now…
Actually, I have a real one. I had written out this whole chapter in my book, and then I lost it! All my stories… awws. So, I've had to rewrite it all. And then on a car trip to my grandma's birthday dinner I had a breakthrough with a new plot twist… thing…. Enjoy! Oh, by the way, I had to replace Galinda with Victoria, so the 'ria' bit has to be compressed to something like a 'yah' sound to fit. Oh, boo. I tried my best.
Jellicle-Wishes: Why yes, Who Where Whatter is one of my many (A.K.A only) successful jokes. Enjoy it.
Musicgal3: Notes… yeah… look above to see how that one turned out.
Sarah Victoria Cullen: Thank you! See? More, right down below this.
(P.S: Seeing as there is not only two main characters who sing apart and together, but a chorus, I shall clear it up for you:)
"Singing" – Silhouette
"Singing"– Victoria
"Singing" - Sil & Vic
"Singing" – Chorus
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Victoria was one of the few queenkit's Sil hadn't met, but had observed from afar. Victoria, of course, had seen Sil, but never spoken to her directly.
And despite this, they loathed each other.
Sil preferred to avoid coming into any contact to the popular kit, while Victoria consistently swept around gossip about her during the week. And it was on a day much like this one that Victoria was looking over her work, smirking maliciously to herself that the new girl – one who had so eagerly stolen her spotlight – being jeered at behind her back. Silhouette was sitting near the oven, talking quietly with Demeter while Victoria watched, and listened. As Sil turned and passed nearby Victoria nudged the nearest kit – Etcetera. Etcetera looked up blindly, in her own mindless way. Inwardly rolling her eyes, Victoria waved a paw at Sil. Etcetera looked over, before turning to Tumblebrutus next to her and stage whispering to him.
"I heard she never sings or dances." She giggled. Pouncival bounced out of nowhere, adding quickly his two cents.
"I've seen her hanging out with those freak twins." Tumble looked shocked.
"Really?" They both nodded. Victoria giggled as attractively as she could.
"What a freak." She said, the other quickly agreed, as all did with Victoria.
"Kits! We need to speak with you!" Jennyanydots called. After a minute or two, all the kits of the tribe – Dell and Sil included – were waiting as patiently as they could for Jenny to speak.
"Now as many of you know, you are all travelling to the alternate Jellicle home for a few days to learn about the Jellicle Ball." Sil raised a hand, asking about it. Electra and Jemima giggled at her.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand." She said. Jellylorum, who had offered to help Jenny, smiled sweetly.
'Pity.' Victoria thought, trying to look innocent despite her thoughts and actions recently.
"Well," Jelly explained, "Shiz is the name of the forest area the Jellicles keep as a spare home should something happen here. But to put it to use, we take the kits there each year to help them learn the moves for the songs for each Jellicle Ball. We leave tomorrow morning by train, and should be back in a few days. You will be given a denmate to stay with." Sil smiled in understanding, before nodding. Jelly motioned for Jenny to continue.
"Right," Jenny stated, "We just want you to get anything you need and meet at sunrise at the train station. Your denmates will be set when we arrive." The group said their various words of understanding, before scampering to get ready, or do nothing.
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"No!"
The dens had been numbered, each kitten given their den number and told to find it. Now, whether it was an accident or some sort of joke, whoever decided to make Silhouette and Victoria denmates was in for a really hard time for the next three days.
"You?!" Victoria screeched. Seething under the surface, Sil simply sucked air in through her teeth and counted to ten in her head. Her eyes were closed, trying not to look as the prissy princess who had been spreading lies about her since she first arrived. Victoria suddenly straightened and righted herself, blinking and plastering a smile on her face.
"Its okay, it's fine. I can rise above ineptitude." Sil rolled her eyes, entering the den before Victoria and surveying it.
The den was of a fairly average size, and was built like a large mirror was placed in the center, mirroring bother sides. It was built into a hollowed tree, as most of the dens were (with the exception of about three, built into bushes or piles of rocks held up with sturdy wood).
The small pile of blankets representing each bed was pushed against the far wall, directly opposite to each other. A small bottle of ink and a stack of paper sat next to each of them, obviously for writing letters. Sil took the left half of the room, Victoria the right. They happily ignored each other, before each taking their ink and paper to go write a letter outside, in the main area.
Shiz really was incredibly beautiful. Green grass laced the floor, trees standing far above their heads, golden sunlight filtering through the trees. The leaves were the beautiful golden and brown colors of autumn, many of them falling from the trees, littering the ground. Sitting on a sun-warmed rock, Sil dipped a claw in the ink, preparing to write. Across from her, sitting in the grass and leaning against a large tree, Victoria was planning the same thing, writing a letter to her mother and father.
"Dearest darlingest momsie and popsicle…" Victoria started, talking out loud as she wrote.
"My dear friends…" Sil said, writing in a plain, simple way.
"There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz…
But of course I'll try my hardest –
- but of course I'll rise above it –
For I know that's how you'd want me to respond, yes!
There's been some confusion for you see my denmate is…" Each of the queenkits to a pause in thought.
"Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe…" Victoria sang sweetly.
"White." Sil deadpanned. Both glared at each other, as the music that seemed to eagerly follow the Jellicle Tribe swelled through the clearing.
"What is this feeling, so sudden, and new?" Victoria sang to herself.
"I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you." Sil spat at Victoria.
"My pulse is rushing, -
- my head is reeling –
- My face is flushing,
What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes…" The girl's stood, storming their way over to each other, each of the other kittens watching with interest. As they approached each other their voices grew louder.
"Loathing!" They spat in equal time.
"Unadulterated loathing!"
"For you're face – "
"- you're voice – "
-you're clothing!"
"Let's just say, I loathe it all!
Every 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 will be loathing, loathing you
My whole life long!" With the final note they stormed away from each other, the other kittens jumping and running to join Victoria, and try to get on her good side.
"Dear Victoria, you are just too good!" The kittens sang in chorus.
"How do you 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 Victoria,
you're a martyr!"
"Well," Victoria sang operatically, "These things are sent to try us."
"Poor Victoria forced to reside,
With someone so disgusticified,
We just want to tell you, we're all on your side!" And so, they all began to sing, Sil and Victoria facing each other from opposite sides of the clearing, one alone, one surrounded by friends – or fake friends.
"We share you're loathing!"
"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?"
"Unadulterated loathing!"
"I felt the moment, I laid eyes on you!"
"For her face, her voice, her clothing!"
"My pulse is rushing,"
"Lets just say,"
"My head is reeling"
"We loathe it all!"
"Oh, what is this feeling?!"
"Every little trait, however small,"
"Does it have a name?"
"Makes our very flesh begin to crawl"
"Yes…"
"Ahh…"
"Ahh…"
"Loathing!"
"Loathing!"
"There's a strange exhilaration,"
"Loathing!"
"In such total detestation!"
"Loathing!"
"it's so pure, so strong!"
"So strong!"
"Though I do admit, it came on fast,
Still I do believe it can last,
And I will be loathing for forever,
loathing, truly deeply loathing you,(loathing you)
my whole life long!"
"Loathing! Unadulterated loathing!" Victoria turned her back snobbishly from Sil, and in retaliation Sil stormed up to her, and right up behind her, bellowed 'Boo!' As loud as she could, forcing Victoria to admit an extremely girlish squeal. Sil, angrily, stormed back to her den, praying Victoria could find someone else to bother.
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Nothing very interesting happened for the rest of their time at Shiz. Victoria continuously bothered Sil whenever they were around others, making them giggle and sneer (although none could deny she had a strong, beautiful singing voice, differing greatly from Victoria's, but lovely in its own way). But, whenever they were alone, they just avoided each other, not even glaring at each other as they did in public, though neither of them could pick out why. The train trip home was silent for Sil, who was more than happy to get back to the three true friends she had left now the Snow Witch (Sil's little nickname for Victoria) had turned the youngest half of the tribe against her.
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A/N: Yes, that's all!
Writing songs in where the characters are actually singing them is HARD. If anyone has any suggestions to make it look better, you'll be on my awesome list.