It's a wonderful feeling, knowing you're the best. That first day at Shiz, hitching a ride on top of my extensive wardrobe, I knew no one here could compare to me, the one and only Galinda. I was the prettiest, the stylishest, the popularest -- and the sexiest. I knew it, and so did all the boys. Most, just on the verge of manhood. Still, it wasn't what I was hoping for.
Oh, it was at first. Of course, I made friends at once. My flock followed me around faithfully. All the boys did, too. From the minute I stepped in, with my beauteous blue-and-white Shiz frock (styled like no one else's), they watched me. I loved being the center of attention, loved the feel of eyes on me and my curves. But all-eyes turned to no-eyes as soon as she walked in.
Rolling her foolish, now-dead sister, she scowled at us, anticipating our reaction. Disgust, and a smidge of pity, too. Had she not been green, she might have been pretty. Maybe. With a stylish haircut and some eyesight magic -- well, no, not even then. But she definitely had potential, at least. And yet, she made no efforts whatsoever! I don't mean in class -- she was almost sickening, raising her hand every time a teacher uttered a sentence. She was every teacher's pet -- even that creeper, Dillamond. But that sure didn't help her case. No, she made no efforts to even attempt to find a friend. She talked to her sister occasionally, but otherwise kept completely to herself.
And so the weeks passed -- I don't know how they passed for her, but miserably for me. She got accepted by Madame Morrible at once. Even though she probably hadn't had a single stupid private magic lesson in her life! The sister, Nessarose, even though she was in that ugly, rickety wheelchair, captured every eye -- and every heart. Tragically beautiful- ha! Everyone wanted her to notice them. The pity in their eyes soon left, replaced by admiration. And the lost-puppy-dog-eyed boys who still trailed after me weren't what I was looking for.
And to top it all off, I got stuck with her as my roommate! Argh! Talk about injustice! Talk about mismatches! Talk about so many sleepless nights of self-pity.
But I had to remain, for public's sake, the perpetually-cheery, shallow, flirty Galinda I had always been. Bah!
Still, time goes on. No longer leaping and bounding happily like it used to for me, it dragged, plodded, and (occasionally) ran backward. But all of that changed suddenly one day when, lounging outside near the fountains, I saw a scandalaciously familiar coach pull up.