Fire Works
"You stay in now, Elphaba—"
"But Father, I—"
"I said stay upstairs," Frexpar said firmly as he quitted the room, shutting the door behind him. Elphaba paced the room in anger. Just this once, she wished she could join the party. At twelve years old, never had she been invited to join any type of celebration her father hosted or attended. She wished that Frex would take enough pride in her just to allow the presence of his green daughter downstairs.
"Ooh!" She growled in frustration, swiping a hand across her dresser. A few books were sent to the floor as though they had been condemned to stay there. Elphaba did not want to stay up in her room and pretend she didn't exist. Was it too much to ask to be normal? Just for one night?
The girl was working herself up so much she thought she might—she might just—
BOOM!
A firework exploded outside her window, showering the street with sparks of brilliant hues. Elphaba kicked off her unused dancing shoes she had saved for, hitched up her dress and climbed out onto the window sill before she could clamber out of the small room and onto the roof.
Bare feet on the sandpapery shingles, she sat with her knees to her chest and watched the people dancing up and down the street.
Everyone was so happy. She wished she could be happy, this was a familiar thought that paid Elphaba daily visits. Especially on days like this, everyone seemed to be rejoicing without her.
Another firework made it's trail across the sky before exploding into emerald green raindrops that fell against her roof. Frightened, Elphaba threw up her hands to protect hersef. Every spark froze in its place. Perplexed by this odd work of unexpected magic, the green girl reached out thoughtfully to touch a spark. The little droplet of fire continued to blaze as the others died out and dropped to the ground lifelessly.
But Elphaba's spark continued to glow, turning into a small green flame as it floated in her palm, illuminating her emerald green skin. Slowly, a small smile spread across her face as a thought flitted across her mind. She closed her hand, extinguished the flame and stood up straight before returning to her small, dull room with pride.