Ficlet: Basiliphobia
Sep. 9th, 2010 03:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twistdfateangelTitle: Basiliphobia
Rating: G
Characters: Jane, Katya
Summary: Jane gets some horrible news...
"--your 2008 Homecoming Court! For the Red Class, Jasmine Yu!"
Jane was face first in a book, ignoring the end-of-day announcements. It was Homecoming. Katya had convinced her to go and had even put her name up for Junior Year princess, but it was Homecoming. It wouldn't matter in the long run who won or lost, it was just a silly popularity contest that would all be forgotten in four more years.
"For the Blue Class, Mackenzie Coleman!"
Jane wasn't going to even bother buying a new dress. She could just wear her Sweet 16 dress and take the hem out. She was proud of the fact that she had actually gained a few inches up and down and not side to side.
"For the Silver Class, Jane Brown!"
Poor sap. To have to wear a sharp suit and attend all manner of Homecoming Week functions, then wear a tiara that wasn't as ostentatious as the queen's but was still blinding. Jeez, her whole homeroom erupted when they announced Silver Patriot Princess (and what a daft title). Jane couldn't have heard who Homecoming Queen was if she'd--.
Jane sat up straight as her book fell from her nerveless fingers. Every girl in her home room had surrounded her, babbling. Oh, Jane, congratulations! What's your dress look like? Who's doing your hair? Who's your date? Someone handed her her book and Katya was doing a sublime job as her PR agent, making up diplomatic answers on the fly and guiding her to the door.
"See, Jebi!" she said, "I told you you were more popular than you thought! Now what are you wearing for the photos? I think that white vintage suit you have would look great, with those pearls and I can loan you... Jane, sweetie! Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?"
"I'm t-t-terrified!" she burst out, tears coursing down her cheeks. She could see the night playing out in her head. It was straight out of Carrie, complete with pig's blood and the fire. Oh, god, the fire and then everybody would know. Their cover would be blown. Government experiments. Sunset City would be bombed. Seals broken by morons looking for WMDs.
"Jane," said Katya, "It's okay. Just get yourself a dress, drag out some of those hot pencil skirt numbers you have and you'll do fine! Come on, smile, please? For me? Ivanka, diva, divachka, it's all gonna be okay!"
Katya sat with her before the drive home, holding her hankie and trying to soothe her worries about the burden of the crown. She'd been Ruby Princess and Sapphire Princess, putting her on the Court two years in a row and she knew the ropes. There was the photoshoot for the school paper and the yearbook and the local paper and the front hall trophy case, and it was heinously gauche to wear the same suit twice. She'd do Jane's makeup and the eyebrows, but didn't dare touch her hair. There may have been mention of Jane being pretty, but that whizzed over Jane's head like a pie plate. The drive home was silent. Even the Puppini Sisters couldn't ease her mind.
But, she knew one person who could.
She hit her earpiece and bit her lip as she waited for it to pick up. Oh, please, please, please, be home.
"Call Loni."
Rating: G
Characters: Jane, Katya
Summary: Jane gets some horrible news...
"--your 2008 Homecoming Court! For the Red Class, Jasmine Yu!"
Jane was face first in a book, ignoring the end-of-day announcements. It was Homecoming. Katya had convinced her to go and had even put her name up for Junior Year princess, but it was Homecoming. It wouldn't matter in the long run who won or lost, it was just a silly popularity contest that would all be forgotten in four more years.
"For the Blue Class, Mackenzie Coleman!"
Jane wasn't going to even bother buying a new dress. She could just wear her Sweet 16 dress and take the hem out. She was proud of the fact that she had actually gained a few inches up and down and not side to side.
"For the Silver Class, Jane Brown!"
Poor sap. To have to wear a sharp suit and attend all manner of Homecoming Week functions, then wear a tiara that wasn't as ostentatious as the queen's but was still blinding. Jeez, her whole homeroom erupted when they announced Silver Patriot Princess (and what a daft title). Jane couldn't have heard who Homecoming Queen was if she'd--.
Jane sat up straight as her book fell from her nerveless fingers. Every girl in her home room had surrounded her, babbling. Oh, Jane, congratulations! What's your dress look like? Who's doing your hair? Who's your date? Someone handed her her book and Katya was doing a sublime job as her PR agent, making up diplomatic answers on the fly and guiding her to the door.
"See, Jebi!" she said, "I told you you were more popular than you thought! Now what are you wearing for the photos? I think that white vintage suit you have would look great, with those pearls and I can loan you... Jane, sweetie! Why are you crying? Aren't you happy?"
"I'm t-t-terrified!" she burst out, tears coursing down her cheeks. She could see the night playing out in her head. It was straight out of Carrie, complete with pig's blood and the fire. Oh, god, the fire and then everybody would know. Their cover would be blown. Government experiments. Sunset City would be bombed. Seals broken by morons looking for WMDs.
"Jane," said Katya, "It's okay. Just get yourself a dress, drag out some of those hot pencil skirt numbers you have and you'll do fine! Come on, smile, please? For me? Ivanka, diva, divachka, it's all gonna be okay!"
Katya sat with her before the drive home, holding her hankie and trying to soothe her worries about the burden of the crown. She'd been Ruby Princess and Sapphire Princess, putting her on the Court two years in a row and she knew the ropes. There was the photoshoot for the school paper and the yearbook and the local paper and the front hall trophy case, and it was heinously gauche to wear the same suit twice. She'd do Jane's makeup and the eyebrows, but didn't dare touch her hair. There may have been mention of Jane being pretty, but that whizzed over Jane's head like a pie plate. The drive home was silent. Even the Puppini Sisters couldn't ease her mind.
But, she knew one person who could.
She hit her earpiece and bit her lip as she waited for it to pick up. Oh, please, please, please, be home.
"Call Loni."