AN: So, this is my first 'Wicked!' story. I probably will not write too many 'Wicked' stories, but... anyway:DISCLAIMER: I don't own 'Wicked' by Gregory Maguire, I don't own the musical, or any franchise. If I did, it wouldn't have ended like that!
I closed her eyes, pen lifted from the paper. How would I tell my strict father that I Nessa isn't with me? Nessa- the only reason why I was even allowed to come... I'd always secretly wanted to study at Shiz University, and I ws allowed on the conditions I looked after her. I was suddenly awoken from my stupor, the feeling that someone was watching me all too clear. I looked up, and my roomate looked down at her letter quickly. I carried on thinking too, before sharply looking up, to see Galinda staring again. This time, I refused to lower my gaze, but stared Galinda right in the face. Galinda sighed, and tossed her golden curls in that annoying, irritating way. For a moment, for the first time, I felt we shared something: the look of... loathing on our faces.
"Can I help you?" I raised my eyebrows, in a hopefully off putting manner.
"No. I-"
"Then stop staring at me and sighing." Galinda gave a squeak of protest, tossed her hair again, then flounced out of the door, where she was soon greeted by her fangirls. Once the door clicked, I glanced curiously at Galinda's letter. What could that empty headed bimbo have to say about anything? But... she naturally had that charmimg air about her, that Father would adore... maybe I could pick up a tip or something? Hesitating, I slipped off my chair, went over to Galinda's bed, and picked up the letter. I read the first line.
Dearest, darlingest, Mumsie and Popsicle,
I snorted. However much Father would be pleased by Galinda, if I, Elphaba, called him 'Popsicle', I reckoned he might send me to an asylum. Plus, the introduction's not hard.
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz. But of course I'll rise above it, for I know that's how you'd want me to respond.
I silently wished that Galinda would literally rise above it- rise above and away-, but didn't bother to sneer at it. I might as well write it down, I have nothing better. I crossed the room and started to write, before I bit her lip. Father would give me a huge slap if I wrote down 'of course I'll rise above it'. So how would Father like me to respond? That, was obvious. No need for a question. I crossed to Galinda's bed and picked up the letter again.
Yes- there's been some confusion, for you see, my roomate is
I felt spite rise up in me. She didn't finish her sentence, but she was obviously going to write 'green'. I wish I hadn't interrupted her, and waited until she'd finished. Well- I might as well write a bit about her. Green, eh? Well, unfortunately for everyone with blond hair, she fits that stereotype. I'm not one for following stereotypes, but if I had the same relationship with Father that Galinda had with her parents, I'm pretty sure I would call her 'the dumb blonde'. I threw her letter down on the bed, before dropping on the chair and adding to it. I had literally finished my sentence, when the common fangirling squeals sounded from outside, and sure enough, Galinda stalked in, smirking. I didn't care- she had just helped me after all. I smiled sweetly at her, startling her, before reading over everything I'd written.
My dear Father,
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz. But of course I'll care for Nessa, for I know that's how you'd want me to respond. Yes- there's been some confusion for you see, my roomate is blonde.
I gave her a smirk of my own, as the next words seemed to flow off the tip of my pen. Once I had finished it, Galinda (who had finished writing her letter, I'm assuming) was brushing her hair and humming in that dreadfully affected voice of hers. I took a deep breath and, not wanting to speak to her, yet wanting to get away from the person, left, meaning to come back once I'd visited Nessa.
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