No ideas for months, then BAM! This one pops into my mind. A three-shot: is there such thing? I've never seen one. Well, this is one.
Disclaimer: If I owned Wicked, do you really think I would be posting this here?
"I-I have to go."
"You're welcome!"
Unfazed by the green girl's sudden hasty departure, the blonde examined herself in the mirror, entranced by her own face. She knew it sounded conceited, but the face staring back was, indeed, perfect. Her skin, a perfect peachy shade; her hair, in perfect golden curls; and her eyes, the perfect shade of blue. Perfect inside and outside. Sure, she had made the mistake of being mean to Elphie, but she more than made up for it. Elphie's life would change, all thanks to her. They could both be popular together, and then the blonde wouldn't have to risk her reputation to befriend the green girl—but of course, she would remain the MOST popular girl at Shiz. After all, she was perfect. Her boyfriend was perfect. Her newfound friendship was perfect. Everything about her was perfect. And perfect people always end up with perfect happy endings.
Always.
Perfect.
…
"Miss Glinda, your bubble awaits."
"I'll be there in a clock-tick."
She gazed at her reflection in the mirror. Such a simplistic action—and one she had once enjoyed—yet now she couldn't stand to see her own face. True, she was beautiful; she would still admit it. Perfection, however, had long since left. Her perfect blue eyes now overflowed with tears that stained her perfect complexion. She tried to smile her perfect smile that all of Oz now loved, but it seemed out of place: forced. The Ozians would not notice any difference—would assure themselves that any imperfection was a trick of the light, for Glinda the Good was too Good to be anything less than perfect inside or outside. No, someone so Good would never lose their fiancé, nor lead to her best friend's sister being killed, nor stand by and watch her best friend be killed knowing that she was to blame.
Someone so Good would never let her best friend be labeled as the Wicked Witch of the West.
The Ozians looked up to her. How could they when she was so disgusted by herself? How could they when she had done such horrible things?
How could anyone see her as "perfect"?
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