A little Elphaba POV I cooked up to express my love of books… and what Elphaba thinks when she's alone.
The Library
The library was her sanctuary, her home away from home. The one place no one came to disturb her behind the shelves stacked high with texts of any genre you could think of. In a far corner of the dusty room, she took a breath of the musky book smell and knew that she was safe.
Safe from the taunts and jeers of her class mates, safe from responsibility and, as much as she didn't want to admit it, safe from those sparkling blue eyes that gazed after her so much.
Elphaba sat in her spot reading through her Life Sciences text, going over the day's work. The green girl liked her spot, it was a small but comfortable armchair in a far corner of the library. It was the one place nobody ever went, the biography section.
Nobody really like biographies, always a boring death at the end of a boring life, the person accomplishing something supposedly amazing after a life of supposedly hard trials. If somebody ever writes a biography about me, all the other famous people's lives would look like strolls in the park, the thought made her smile.The specific section Elphaba had positioned herself in was the Munchkin section, all Munchkins led boring lives so even less people came near that section.
Turning the crisp pages, she gazed at the printed words against the paper and pondered the book. Many people called paper white, when in actual fact it was more of a… paper colour, more yellow with stains from previous owner's careless food and drink, it had a worn out look. The edges creased from constant turning and the occasional frustrated throwing.
Examining her book more closely she spotted something that intensely annoyed her about the book she was holding. Some insolent soul had dog-eared the page. With exaggerated precision she carefully unfolded the edge and smoothed it as best as she could. Sighing, she thought to herself, this book now has a permanent defect, but its defect is on the inside, not the outside. People will still pick it up and take the time to read through what it has to say.
She stopped. Her thoughts had become self-piteous, how very unlike her. Although, her thoughts on books had taken her back to another discussion on books not all that long ago between her and her new best friend, Galinda.
"Why are we in the library?" whined the blonde, "It's so nice outside!"
"We are here to get you a reading book for English remember?" replied the green girl, she was irritated at her friend's continuous state of ignorance.
"Ooooo! How about this one?" said Galinda as she picked up a colourful book with a picture of a castle on the front and most likely pictures inside.
Elphaba looked at the book critically, "No, didn't your parents ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover?"
"Yeah, but I also know that all the dusty complex books stay on the shelves." The blonde had stated matter-o-factly.
Back in the present Elphaba smiled to herself, she was most definitely glad that Galinda had decided to take her off the shelf and get to know her a bit better instead of all her other, more colourful friends.
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