Author's Note: I've been waiting for for-ev-uh for an inspiration and last night, the light bulb flashed! Ohkay, so this plot isn't one-hundred percent original. Thanks for the bubble burst. ;) But I couldn't sleep last night because the light bulb was just too goshdarnned bright. So here I am! And here you are. Please read and enjoy and hopefully, if I am in Lurline's good graces, review.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Wicked because one: I'd be rich (I'm not) and two: I wouldn't be writing on FanFiction because I wouldn't be the fan, I'd be the people the fans loved.
Elphaba Thropp gazed out the window at the rolling hills of the Munchkinland countryside. She, along with her father and sister Nessraose, were on their way to Shiz University. Across from her, Nessa and her father were having a discussion on religion. The Unionist Faith no doubt.
"…but Elphaba, surely you must at least believe in that!" her sister exclaimed, bringing Elphaba out of her daze.
Although she had no idea what Nessa was referring to, Elphaba responded regardless. "I have no soul, so therefore I have nothing to believe in," she said, her tone apathetic.
"Elphaba, enough!" Frexspar said, irritated at his daughter's inclination to be so difficult. "You very well know that I am only allowing you to attend University for the sake of your sister, so could you please try and act normal? Just this once?"
"I'm afraid, my dear father, that what you ask me to do is impossible as my skin lets me do anything but." Elphaba snorted. She always found these conversations highly amusing.
Nessa pouted. "Oh Elphaba, you know how I find your acting like a farm animal so unladylike."
Her sister's words gave Elphaba the briefest notion to shove her dear Nessa and Frex out of the window but she reluctantly came upon the decision that she had done enough damage and so the only thing shoved out of the window was…well, gross. Apparently some people had a significant case of motion sickness.
"Please excuse me father, Nessa, but I have some ladylike business to attend to in a very ladylike location." Elphaba quickly made her way out of the compartment and meandered around the train looking for a restroom. When she found it she…well, did whatever business one may do in a place like that and was washing her hands (with the oils she had brought with her) when the door slammed open and three high-maintenance girls flounced in.
"Oh but Shenshen, you didn't!" said one with the most perfect, bounciest curls Elphaba had ever seen. Elphaba had a sudden urge to pull on one of those curls and see how far it could stretch.
"Oh, but I did."
"You did It?"
"That I did."
"But that…ooh, did it hurt?"
"Well, um, no…I don't…maybe?"
"Ooh, you are just so–" The trio stopped their giggling as their eyes settled on Elphaba for the first time.
"Umm, Galinda? I think someone got sick on themselves," said the girl who had doneIt in a stage whisper.
"Eww, clean yourself up for Lurlinesakes!" She retrieved a towel, wet it, and threw it at Elphaba.
"There, that should give you a good start." They ran out of the room (like cowards, she thought with annoyance) and left Elphaba alone once more.
That was so incredibly stupid, Elphaba thought, a smirk quickly forming on her face. Luckily for her the towel was only slightly damp, but it was wet nonetheless. She observed the small burn on her left cheek and shook her head in disbelief. Those girls were horribly brainless.
Shrugging, she returned to her compartment as the conductor made an announcement.
"We have arrived!"
Author's Postscript: Please correct my grammar/spelling/information, however small and "unimportant" it may be. And on another note, let's just pretend, just for me, that Fiyero actually wants one hundred thousand dollars. Even though he's a prince. :)
And yes, the next one(s) will be much - well not much, but - longer than this baby here.
Last Edited on May 4, 2007
