Hi! I have a new story!

So, I go to this intensive therapy camp in a state not to be named, and I was recently thinking, "What would it be like if the Wicked gang went to conductive education?" Thus, this story was born.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Galinda

"Come on, Galinka, stretch those legs!"

"I'm trying! My knees hurt! It's almost four, besides."

Frau Abakkar sighed. "That is true. Alright, sit down. I'll get your walker. Averic! You may now stop not working. Get your canes and start walking out into the hallway!"

Averic groaned. "I was working," he insisted. "I stood up by myself ten times!"

"Why don't we believe you?" I asked sarcastically. "That's why I get to go first." I stuck my tongue out at him.

"Ugh, you always get to walk out first, even during the five week sessions!"

"Of course. I am Galinda Upland of the Upper Uplands."

"Hey! I live in the Upper Uplands too!"

"Yes, but you're originally from Tenmeadows, so it doesn't count."

Frau Abakkar came back into the room with my (pink!) walker. "Hush, you two," she scolded. "Don't you want to hear who's coming for the July session?"

"Oh yes!" I squealed. "I know FiFi's coming, but who else?"

"Yes, Prince Fiyero Tigulaar of the Vinkus is coming," Frau Abakkar began. "Boq, as usual, will be coming from Munchkinland. Candle Osa'quami will be coming from Quadling Country. Crope of the Emerald City will come, as well as Tibbett from Shiz."

"Cool," Averic said. "The usual gang."

"But there is someone new," Frau Abakkar continued. "The eldest daughter of the governor of Munchkinland, Elphaba Thropp. Based on her father's description of her, she will be extremely … colorful." Frau Abakkar had a strange look on her face, and I wondered how this Elphaba could be the cause of such a remark about color. I guess I would find out on Monday.

"Fresh blood," Averic mused. "I hope she's hot."

"She might be taken," I pointed out. "She is the daughter of a governor, after all. You should know from experience not to flirt with taken women."

"Darlings!" Frau Abakkar almost shouted. "Talk about romance once you've walked out! Stand up, Galinka, please. Averika, start going!"

Averic stood up on his canes with a grunt, and started walking toward the door. I grabbed onto my walker and started walking, with Frau Abakkar below, stretching my knees. It was a Friday, so Momsie and Popsie were a society banquet. I went with them when I could, as long as it didn't interfere with conductive education.

Banquets had a little more appeal before I met Fiyero. I could never in good conscience marry a man who attended the banquets; I saw that now. But I used to dance with every single boy who was there. I still did, because I'm not one to pass up a dance, but those boys pitied me. Fiyero and I, on the other hand, were equals.

"Hello Miss Galinda," my Ama Clutch greeted me as I came out into the hallway. "Excellent walking! Those Ixaans train you good, don't they?"

"Yes, conductive education is the pride of Ix," I replied. "Isn't it, Frau Abakkar?"

"Igen," Frau Abakkar grunted from below. "Galinka, draga, stretch your legs! Your gentlemen callers will like you more if you stood up straight!"

"Oh I know! I'm so fatiguified, is all! Ama Clutch, get my chair, won't you?"

"Right away, Miss Galinda," Ama Clutch said before running off to get my year old electronic chair. In my opinion, it was the most magnificent thing that the Wizard had invited in his seventeen years here in Oz. The freedom to go wherever I chose! How glorious!

"Gotta fly," Averic said once we were safely in our places of comfort: his walker, my chair. "Tibbett's already here in the Upper Uplands, and we're gonna go get fake IDs and get really drunk. You can come with, if you want, Galinda."

"I should think not!" I exclaimed. "Honestly, Averic, you're going to end up in jail before you even become a Maurgreve!"

"Ah, what's life without a little risk? See ya on Monday, Galinda!"

"Bye, Averic!"

Ama Clutch and I were having dinner when we heard the doorbell. It was too early for Momsie and Popsie, and they wouldn't ring, besides. "Go ahead and answer it," I told Ama Clutch. "It might be some charitable young man, but more likely, it's Averic and Tibbett trying to convince me to do something horrendible."

"That's boys for you," Ama Clutch agreed. "I'll go see who it might be." Three minutes later, she came back, breathless. "Miss Galinda! His Royal Highness, Prince Fiyero!" Before I could say anything in response, in he drove, looking just as smoking as he had in February.

"I hope this is not too much of a shock," Fiyero said with a grin. "But I figured, 'What the hell?'"

"Well, I am shocked!" I exclaimed, breathless. "But come, pull up to the table! Have you eaten?"

"Yes, babe."

"No matter. Ama Clutch, put on a pot of tea for His Highness!"

"Galinda, I'm not good with hot drinks. I'm gonna spill it all over your nice carpet!"

"Oh, Ama Clutch can feed it to you!"

"What?!"

"Come on, FiFi, don't be such a baby! Candle feeds Crope all the time, and Crope's still macho! Now, be compliant! I want to be a good hostess!"

"You're lucky I love you, Galinda."

After dinner, Fiyero and I went out onto my balcony, with a fantastic view of the Pertha Hills. We didn't talk much; we just stared into each other's blue eyes for a while, before melting into a long kiss. I was finally back where I belonged: on top, my man at my side. Yeah, I could survive until Monday.

On Monday, I woke up around five, and rang for Ama Clutch in my excitement. She dressed me in yoga pants and a tank top, with a glittery clip in my hair signifying my nobility. Perfect. I had Quati toast with Momsie and Popsie, and then loaded into the carriage. It was only five miles from our estate to the Conductive Learning Center.

"Have a good day, Miss Galinda," Puggles, our driver, said as I left the carriage. I was too excited to say something in response.

As soon as I entered the building, I heard, "Galindaaaaaaaaaaaa!"I looked up to see Candle at the end of the corridor.

"Candle!" I exclaimed, rushing over to her. "How've you been?"

"Great! Our house almost sunk during the rainy season, but we survived. How's life in Gilikin? I hear you're still in an LDR with Fiyero!"

"Oh my Oz, he came to my house on Friday night!"

"Eeee! You two are such a cute couple!"

We went inside the adolescent classroom to find that most of our group had arrived. Only Averic and Tibbett had yet to come, and I shuddered to think what high jinks they had gotten into over the weekend. Boq was in a deep conversation with Crope, thank Oz. Boq was notorious for asking me out every chance he got. Fiyero already had his shoes and socks off, and he shot me a grin.

Then I saw her. She was still in her electronic chair, trying to unlace her boots with one hand. She had on baggy grey sweat pants and a black tank top. Her black hair was fixed in an unfashionable bun, and her right hand had a mind of its own. But that wasn't the most unusual thing about Elphaba Thropp.

The girl. Was. Green.

Hope you liked Chapter 1.

Thanks for reading!

Cheers,

Elle Dottore