I'm Not Going to Be Like You (Jenny Foxworth version)

Eric, Namine's father, was very angry with her just because she caused a commotion at the sleepover at he friends' treehouse. He grabbed her by the collar of her short-sleeved pajama shirt and flung her across the room.

"Mercy me!" Eric said angrily, "I've had just about enough of your impertinence, young lady!"

Namine was mad, too. "You're the one that wants me to-"

"You embarrassed them," Eric scolded, pointing to the open door. "You embarrassed me!"

"I followed the rules!" declared Namine.

"You don't know what you've done!" He slammed the door.

"I just don't care anymore!" Namine yelled.

"It'll be magic and mortality if it's not set right!"

"Just listen!"

"I AM THE KING!" Eric bellowed, "YOU LISTEN TO ME!"

Namine threw her arms up in the air and groaned in frustration. "This is so unfair!" she shouted, turning around to bang on the table.

Eric scoffed. "Unfair?"

Namine turned around again to face Eric. "You were never there for me! This whole living in the magical realm business is what you want! Do you ever bother to ask where I want to live? No!" She walked back and forth in front of her father. "You walk around, telling me what to do and what not to do! Trying to make me be like you! Well, I'm not going to be like you!"

Eric scoffed again. "You're acting like a jerk!"

Namine angrily marched toward her family photo of Eric, her mother Aurora, her sister Gosalyn Waddlemyer-Mallard, her brothers Cody, Simon Seville, and Fievel Mousekewitz, and her pet cat Streaky and pointed to Eric in the picture. "And you're a barbarian!" Namine snapped, "That's what you are!"

Eric gasped at this. "Namine!"

Namine placed an open hand on the back of her family picture. "I'll never be like you!"

"No! Stop it!"

"I'd rather DIE than be like you!" With that, she slapped the picture, sending it to fall on the floor and break into pieces.

Eric gasped in horror as he looked at the broken family picture of Namine, Simon, Fievel, Aurora, Cody, Gosalyn, and Streaky. Then he looked up at Namine, who was glaring intently at him.

Now Eric was really furious! He stormed towards Namine and started throwing her things in the burning fireplace. "Namine Louise Ann Riverton, you are an immortal writer!" he snarled, as he threw her photograph in the fireplace despite her pleas. "And I expect you to act like one!" And with that, he broke Namine's pan flute in half and threw it in the fireplace.

Namine gasped in horror when she saw her belongings being cremated in the fire, then at Eric, who was glaring fiercely at her. Namine became very angry. She packed up her stuff, put on her cloak, glared at Eric, and told him, "You're as evil and mean as Larxene!" And then she climbed on Marahute's back and flew away from home.

"Namine!" Eric called, "Namine, come back! I-"

But Namine didn't here him; she was gone.

Eric's anger turned to guilt as he looked at Namine's cremated pan flute. "Oh no," he said sadly. "What have I done?"