A/N Okay, so here's what's going on. This is Elphaba Thropp's Journal. It may seem plotless, as I intend it to be simply a journal that she writes in, documenting her life. It is slightly AU, where though there are Animals, and it does take place in Shiz, Shiz is a private high school, and Elphaba has many modern day conveniences like cellphones. Some characters are solely musical, whereas others are a cross between book and musical, and some are purely from the book. I am not sure how well this will go over, and there is a good chance I may not continue with this story. Please, all suggestions and critiques are welcome, whether by message or review, and thank you for taking the time to read this and my story. Enjoy!
(P.S., This is really just an introductory chapter. Tomorrow or the next day I will upload the first real entry, where you will find out about what her life at school is like, and whatever plot there is will begin. It will also be a fair bit longer than this.)
Dear Diary,
Wait, no. That will NOT work. It sounds way to girly, formal, cliché. No, this is in no way a diary. This is a firsthand account of the events in my life as I come to them. So, I must decide on a way to begin each entry. Even though it really isn't, I suppose Journal could work, until I think of something better. I really should start over, just to make my first entry a proper one.
Journal,
Much better. First, I believe I ought to start out with the date. Today is January 26, a Wednesday. Tomorrow I will remember to start my entry with this information. My name is Elphaba Thropp, and I am a sophomore at Shiz University, a private school that my father is sending me to. I am using this journal to write down everything that happens to me during the course of a day, including my thoughts and feeling about each of these things. Due to the blizzard today, school was canceled, so I'm stuck home alone with Nessarose, waiting on her hand and foot, while Father is out governing Munchkinland. This happens every snow day, except today I also have to work on my report protesting against hunting animals for game. I mean, really, if people are allowed to hunt animals, who knows how long it will be before they start hunting Animals? I do not understand why people seem to think that Animals are so different from us. It just doesn't make sense to me. Oh well. I can hear Nessa shouting for me from her room, all day she's been having me do the most trivial things for her, from straightening a picture on her wall to fixing a stray hair that had escaped her braid. How miserable she makes me, and yet taking care of her is my only joy in life. And now there goes my cellular phone. Why did I have to ever give Galinda my number? I will try to write again tomorrow; hopefully something more interesting will be going on. For now, Journal, goodbye.
Elphaba