Sitting on the outskirts isn't easy. I watch in awe as Victoria dances. I listen with wonder as Jemima sings. I laugh with the others as Etcetera squeals. I blend into the background. No one knows who I am. I am not special, on the outside. But they do not know. They do not know what I do late at night. They do not know what I'm good at. They do not know my favourite activity. When Macavity found me, I was holding the razor to my skin. He taught me my best skill. I may not be flexible like Victoria, or as talented as Jemima, or as funny as Etcetera. But you will not live to see another dawn when Electra gets you in her sights.