Yes a new fic. Sue me. This plot bunny has been gnawing at me forever, and I finally am writing it. Yay! I hope you all enjoy. I got the title from a lyric in "Shake it Out" by Florence + the Machine.

Disclaimer: Nope. I write what comes to me.


"Galinda? Have you finished packing?" Mrs. Upland called from the bottom of the great oak staircase. "The carriage leaves in five minutes dearest, whether or not you're on it!" She added after.

The blonde girl stuffed more and more into the already overflowing pink suitcase. Dress after pink dress were thrown onto a pile that steadily grew until nothing else could be put onto it.

"Come on stupid thing…CLOSE!" Galinda grunted, repeatedly throwing her body weight onto the case until the brass clasps finally snapped together. Satisfied, Galinda grabbed it by the leather handle and raced down the stairs into the foyer. She practically threw the case at one of the coachmen, who respectfully put it into the luggage holder atop the waiting carriage. Galinda flounced into the kitchen where her parents sat, waiting for her.

"Have a safe trip dear. Be good at Shiz! We'll see you at Lurlinemas!" Mr. Upland said, kissing her daughter on the head, before heading out of the kitchen.

"Love you Popsicle!" Galinda called after him. Mrs. Upland peeked around the doorframe to ensure that no one was around, before sliding the door closed, and turning to look at her daughter.

"Now Galinda…" Mrs. Upland started, but was cut short.

"Yes Momsie I know, keep the family secret, and don't tell anyone, no matter what."

"Good dearest, and what do we do if someone gets suspicious and starts asking questions?"

"Walk away, and write home immediately." Galinda repeated once again, as she had for years.

"That's my girl." Mrs. Upland smiled, and looked down into her daughter's bright cerulean eyes. "I love you." She said, before pulling Galinda into a hug.

"Oh goodness you have to go! Don't want to be late on the first day now do you?" Mrs. Upland realized as she ushered Galinda to the door.

"Not if I want to room with Pfannee or Shenshen." Galinda responded, running as fast as her stiletto heels (which wasn't very fast) would allow her to out to the awaiting carriage. After climbing in, she leaned out the window and waved to her mother who stood in the doorway, waving back. As the carriage moved, the Upland estate grew smaller and smaller as it vanished into the horizon.

Turning back into the carriage, Galinda rested her head of blonde curls against the velvet head rest. She closed her eyes and started to doze off, and regretted it instantly. All she could see was a vivid image of the night. That night. Again. She wished that it had just been a nightmare, that she could've woken up and it never happened. But no. It had happened. It had been real. And every day since she's heard the same thing from her mother. Don't tell a single soul. No one can ever know.

"Coneal, don't feel, don't let them know." Galinda whispered. The Upland family secret had to stay a secret.


Sorry it's so short! It will be longer next time! I promise!