Note: Sentences in Italics mean they're thoughts. :]
And yes it's short, due to the fact that I'm having writer's block because my idea person is busy *COUGH* IZZY *COUGH*
No. I am NOT sharing MY private suite with some failed excuse for an artichoke. The very thought is horrendible!
"Umm, Madame Morrible? I really don't think it's a good idea to be sharing rooms with …rejected smurfs."
"Excuse me? Well, you know it's not like I asked to be paired with Barbie on crack, and if I remember correctly it was YOU that volunteered!" spat out the green girl.
Galinda flustered, she wasn't used to having people not worshiping her. After all, she was Galinda Upland, of the Upper Uplands.
"Yeah? Well, you're, you're… you're…GREEN." Oh Oz, couldn't her brain come up with anything better?
The green girl cackled causing everyone to flinch.
"Typical dumb blonde." She sneered.
Madame Morrible cleared her throat, "Well then, I can just tell Elphaba and Galinda will be the best of friends!"
Over my dead unpinkifyed body.
Later…
"Miss Galinda get out of the bathroom! Other people need to use it too!" yelled Elphaba as she pounded on the door.
"For your information, I'm not using the bathroom, I'm using the mirror. Maybe vegetables don't like to look nice, but I need this mirror to fix my hair. Not that it needs fixing anyways, I just like looking at myself." Said Galinda while she combed her blonde curls.
"GALINDA! IN TWO MINUTES YOU WILL HAVE BEEN IN THAT WASHROOM FOR EXCATLY AN HOUR AND TWO MINUTES! For Oz sake, get out of there!"
Screamed Elphaba desperately.
Galinda opened the door a tiny crack, "Say please Miss Elphaba."
Elphaba scowled, "Oh pretty pretty please Miss Galinda? It would mean ever so much to me."
Galinda smiled sweetly, "That's much better Miss Elphaba; everyone enjoys the company of well mannered folk."
Phff, unless they're green freaks who won't just let me brush my hair in peace.
Galinda stepped out of the bathroom, and as Elphaba walked in, she slammed the door loudly in Galinda's face. Great only ten minutes to get ready before class. Oz, I hate that blonde.
Elphaba was ready in eight minutes and seven seconds, then proceeded to sprint like all hell had broke loose toward history class, she had probably nearly broke the Ozlympian record when she was suddenly tackled by someone.
"Hey! Watch where you're going! Dear Oz, I have fourty-nine seconds to get to Dr. Dillamond's class!"
"Miss, do you know who you are speaking to?" Screamed some angry guy pulling a sort of cart.
"Calm down Aravic, I'm sure … it meant no harm." Said a dark haired, tanned
person.
"I don't give a flying monkey, I'm late for class! There goes my perfect attendance award!" screamed Elphaba as she disappeared around the corner.
"Who, or what was that?" asked Aravic
"Some mutant tomato, I don't know…" said the dark haired figure.
"Fiyero, tomatoes aren't green." Replied Aravic
"Shush, don't try and teach me things, it's nap time."