Ruby here! (why do I say that? Of course it's me...)

So. The iPod challenge. Put your iPod on shuffle, and write a one-shot incorporating whatever song comes on first that day. Whether it be the whole thing or just a line. This could get a little tricky, but I'll do the best in my power.

Most of these chapters most likely will have nothing to do with one another. Telling you that now as well. If they do I'll tell you, otherwise just assume it's a one-shot. These are all going to get posted under this story, of course.

I'm warning you now: Most of the songs on my iPod are Flyleaf, Paramore, Evanescence, and Muse. FYI.

Fittingly, the song for Day 1 is Sorrow by Flyleaf. :3

This is gonna be Jemima's point of view. Also, the lyrics are not in the order they were in the song. And the lines I get from the song will be in italics.

Annnnnd (sorry for this ridiculously long note) I picture the Jellicles as having three forms; one as an actual cat, one as a mixture - what they are in the movie/musical, and a pure human form.

This one's actual cat form.

I was alone. There wasn't any doubting that anymore. I lied. Screwed up big time. During the day, while the other Jellicles slept (Jellicles are, of course, nocturnal, like most cats) I'd snuck out. The little, innocent queen that everyone thought I was slipped away. Out in the streets, I wasn't Jemima anymore. I was a completely different cat. So it would be wrong if they knew me as Jemima out there. A name was thought up. Sillabub.

Outside of the Junkyard, I was Sillabub. Plain and simple. But the lie had slipped. Munkustrap caught me out there, with "dirty, stinky" alley cats, and I'd been shamed infront of the whole tribe. Tumblebrutus, once so caring and kind, won't look at me anymore. They didn't kick me out of the tribe, but they might as well of. Sillabub, whomever she'd been, was dead. Gone. Now all that remained was a broken Jemima.

Left to my own thoughts, my own shame. I looked up at the sky. There was no moon tonight, no comforting silver presence in the air, lighting up the area.

Sometimes life seems too quiet,
Into paralyzing silence.
Like the moonless dark.
Meant to make me strong.

Supposedly, one day I could return and be a full member of the tribe again. But Grizabella had been shamed as a young cat, and she only got reaccepted a minute before they sent her into the sky, left to Everlasting Cat. Yeah, yeah, Jellicles reincarnate, but Grizabella's been gone a long time. There hasn't been any shimmery black princesses running around.

Just outside these iron gates, the boundaries of the Junkyard, the bars that may as well hold me prisoner, I heard laughter from the streets. It wasn't any tribe cat, they were probably all in the central clearing, by all their dens. I don't go there during the night anymore. I prefer to stay around here, at the boundaries.

They alley cats were obviously having fun with each other. Tossing banter back and forth. I couldn't see them, only hear.

Familiar breath of my old lies.
Changed the color of my eyes.
Sorrow lasts through this night.

A shadow seems to pass by me. I almost smile when I realize it's Tumblebrutus, who's come to speak to me at last.

But all that happens is he looks at me for a moment, kisses me, then runs away again.

I'll take this piece of you, and hope for all eternity.
For just one second I felt whole, as you flew right through me.

I wait until the sun is completely up before I trudge back to my den. I used to share one with Demeter and Bombalurina. Needless to say, after I was shamed, they asked me to get a new den. Well, Demeter asked, anyway. She's a little more goodnatured than her sister, who told me to "butt the hell out".

I wait until the others are out of the clearing before returning because once I went back too early, and Pouncival made a complete full out of me. Calling me Sillabub, acting like he was an alley cat. It gave the others a good laugh at my expense, I suppose.

I enter my small den. It's just a square wooden basket flipped upside-down with a small hole I clawed in the side to get in and out. No one helped me establish this den, waterproof it, or anything. Which was painful, because it surfaced the memory of myself, Demeter, and Bombalurina making our den.

But Tumblebrutus is in my den, made plain by the sunlight beginning to slant through it.

He studies me for a while, almost as if I'm a mouse he's preparing to hunt for his supper. My gaze never leaves the stony ground.

"I can't figure you out," he says after a long time. "While you lived here, you never stopped sneaking out. Someone catches you, shames you, and you stay here? Why didn't you leave a long time ago?"

I close my eyes, but don't respond right away. Then I answer him truthfully, I've had enough of lies for a lifetime. I look him in the eyes and say, "Maybe someone gave me a reason to stay."

To his credit, he doesn't act shocked, or run like Plato would if I'd say something like that to him. "Jem," he starts after a while, "the whole tribe wishes you'd leave. Am I really worth all that?"

"Tumble," my voice aches with sadness, and I remember how many times I'd said that name in joy, happier times. "Where would I go? There's sorrow following me wherever I go now."

"Then," he says, coming towards me, allowing me to nuzzle my face in his soft, warm fur. "Joy will come."

He doesn't leave my den that day.

[A/N] I should continue this for thirty days? Yes? No? Tell me by pressing that little button below.