Woo-ho! Number 40! I never thought I'd write this much!
This story has no relation to my last one, as they kind of contradict eachother.
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The irony just killed her.
At some point in life, every little girl wants to be a princess, no matter how many times they denied it when they got older. Every little girl, that it, except for the little green one at Colwen Grounds in Munchkinland.
Elphaba never had such silly dreams, hers were always more practical; she would become a teacher or maybe even work for the Wizard. Princess? Defiantly not. She had too much to accomplish in her life, there was simply no time to be treated like royalty.
Besides, only pretty girls became princesses, not ugly green ones. And when you became one, you had to wear big, heavy, floor-length dresses with a pointy crown. Who would want that?
So, to her young mind, being a princess was impractical, boring and way too unlikely. Why wish? She had learned early that wishing only ruined the heart. She didn't need a crown...she would do great things without one!
Several years later, she found herself curled up against a Scarecrow, reading a book. In the time that had passed since her childhood, some sick and twisted force of fate had given her everything she claimed she hadn't needed as a child. She lived in a grand castle with a handsome prince (even with the Scarecrow-ness) and was officially a princess. She even wore a pointed 'crown' and a beautiful dress, to add to the affect.
She sighed and closed the book, her eyes starting to shut on their own accord. Her prince smiled down at her and she grinned sleepily back up at him. Maybe being a princess wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Happy independence Day to all those celebrating it! Hope your fireworks were good!
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