Here's the start of a new Fanfiction! Tell me what you think.
Abby's POV
My name is Abigail, and I have no clue how I got myself into this mess. Okay, maybe I should backtrack.
It was an ordinary day as I pulled out my pen in class. Life at the most boring academy in all of Oz tended to be slow. Our professors only ever assigned essays to show the side that was still with the Wicked that animals needed controlling. That the wizard was good. That Glinda the Good wasn't to be feared. Heck no one cared about the essays. I felt a tap on my shoulder and slowly raised my head. The teacher beckoned to the door.
"Sir where in the name of the wizard are you taking me?"
The man didn't answer, as we silently walked out of the room. We walked through the halls and to the lobby.
"Get on the train, we're going to the Emerald City," hissed the man. I was filled with excitement as we hopped into the train. I had always wanted to visit the Emerald City but my father hadn't let me. He said it was too dangerous. Of course I didn't believe him.
The train chugged along as I waited alone in my seat. It was only about an hour's way to the city, so I decided to use it wisely. I had out my History of the Good against Evil battle (otherwise known as Dorthy versus the Wicked Witch) and was doodling inside. It held pictures of Dorthy and Elphaba, who happens to be my mother, themselves. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jerk around and see an (extremely) cute boy about my age.
"Hey miss can I sit here?" the boy pointed to the seat next to me. I nodded quickly, and blushed. He smiled and immediately began reading a book. It looked like the Wizard's Spell book, which was only given to select students. I, personally wasn't given it, but I had studied a bit of magic. The boy looked like he was struggling with pronunciation.
"Ugh," he groaned, before attempting again.
"I'm pretty sure it's pronounced Diagolmund," I pointed to the spell. I smiled. He rolled his eyes. "I'm Abby."
"Gideon. You go to Shiz too?"
"Yep," I smiled, "and it's extremely boring. I wish I could learn magic too."
"Magic's not quite as happy as it's cut out to be. Pronunciation-"
"Is extremely easy," I giggled, "if you need help, I'll be there." The boy smiled and flipped to a page.
"Okay, if your so smart, what does this say?" The word isn't even legible.
"Er…"
"It's Syusjalks," he explained. And so he turned away to get back to studying, but I kept staring at him. I hadn't seen a boy as cute as him in a long time. Gideon was a diamond in the rough, a beautiful diamond in the middle of a sea of coal.
"Hey Gideon, wanna see a show together or something in the city?"
"Sure!"
Daydreams filled my mind for the rest of the ride there, until I was poked by Gideon.
"Abby, we're here," he said, and the train came to an abrupt stop. And so I grabbed my bag, tucked away my book, and exited the train. Those were the last few moments of the ordinary life I lead.
The city was gorgeous. Everything was a shimmering green, it was so bright that we were handed sunglasses on our way out! Excitement filled me. There were so many shops and restaurants, and a sign for even a Broadway show! If only my mother could see this! I'd always wondered why there was no trace of green on me, unlike my mother who was quite literally a green witch. She wasn't wicked as stories said, she was a sweet woman. My father Fiyero was a kind man, he had formerly been a scarecrow before my mother Elphaba turned him back. Elphaba lived in hiding while Fiyero and I were open to the world.
Suddenly guards all in green appeared and grabbed my arms. I was lifted into the air. I kicked.
"Let me down!"
"No can do miss. Direct orders."
And so the two carried me all the way to a strange hall of a sort. It was empty, with a throne in the middle. The two men dropped me onto the floor. I pushed myself up and grabbed my leather pack, and a couple of books spilled out. I scrambled to pick them up, and carefully put them back in. Oh no! The Good against Evil book was opened. All my terrible doodles were out for the world to see. I ran my fingers along the edge and closed the book shut before stuffing it miserably into the bag.
"Gosh, thanks guys," I mumbled once everything was in the bag. I growled, immediately before my eyes fell upon a woman. "Oh my god."
And I'll leave ya on a cliffhanger! It's a bit short but it's just the beginning. In the words do Alexander Hamilton, "Just you wait."