(AN: It's good to see me, it's it, fellow Ozians? [no need to respond, that was rhetorical!])
(I think that I just have it out against my Ozian Adventures series: I just want to bring it to a close, but not where it's at. So, instead, I'm going to try to work on this story, which came to mind one bright, sunny day. I don't know if someone's already done this, but in case it hasn't been done, here it is. Once again, recognizeable Wicked characters do not belong to me.)
Opposite Morning
A bright and beautiful morning would soon rise upon the university town of Shiz. For the students, classes would begin momentarily: yet here, in the wee hours before dawn, they had the time to prepare themselves for the day. The most studious were up and awake first thing, while those who favored festivating over studying slept in.
In a certain double suite, Galinda Upland woke early that morning. This was hardly normal, for she was usually the last to awake, made so by her room-mate's frustrated attempts to wake her from whatever party she was now suffering hang-over affects. The tiny blond pushed herself up from the pink, frilly covers of her bed, her blue eyes wide open with amazement as she looked about the room.
Suddenly, she jumped with a start, glaring suspiciously at her bed. Her gaze fell down to her hands, which made the little blond gasp and do a double-take.
"What in Oz's name?" the blond breathed her inquiry.
Just then, a curious look appeared across her face and she crossed the room to her room-mate's bed. In stark contrast to the pink, frilly nightmare, the side that belonged to her room-mate, Elphaba Thropp, was drab and laconic: her wardrobe was empty save for a single suit-case, and her bed was clad in simple sheets of a dull, blue-gray color. Everything, also, as little as she had, was arrayed in a very neat and orderly fashion.
It's occupant, however, was not looking neat or orderly. She was sprawled out on the bed, snoring away loudly. Even clad in her dark blue night gown and covered in gray sheets, there was no denying the fact that her skin was as green as the leaves of the Pine Barrens in Munchkinland.
Galinda leaned over and gave her room-mate a gentle nudge. "Wake up," she added. Unfortunately, this was hardly enough to get her up. The tiny blond gave the slumbering green girl a harder push and shouted "Wake up!" a little too sternly than she had intended. What happened next was the most unexpected thing anyone could have thought to come from the green girl's lips.
"Five more minutes, Momsy," she mumbled, in a tone that was all too tired and girlish beyond her natural wont.
"Galinda Upland, wake up!" the blond almost shouted.
The green girl slowly rose up from the bed, mumbling incoherently and swearing that the Time Dragon Clock has been making the morning come earlier every day. Suddenly, as her brown eyes came into focus, she came to a wavering halt, staring straight at Galinda. She let out the most ear-piercing scream either of them had heard ever, in the whole several months they had known each other.
"Galinda, please!" the blond said. "Some of us would like to hear when we're forty."
"What is this?" the green girl gasped. She looked down at herself, then screamed again. But the little blond was prepared for this, and stuffed her hands over her ears.
"I'm green!" Elphaba shouted.
"Please, try to calm down." the little blond said.
"Calm down? Don't tell me to be calm, Galinda! I..." Just then, she came to a halt. "Elphie?"
"Afraid so," the blond returned.
The green girl screamed again, flailing her arms about in a way that the blond knew she would never be caught dead doing.
"Come on, Galinda. For Oz's sake, calm down."
"But why do you look like me?"
"I haven't got the faintest idea," the blond returned. "Now, please, calm down before all of Shiz wakes up on account of your screaming."
"I wasn't screaming," the green girl denied.
The blond rolled her eyes, then got about making the drab bed on the non-pink side of the room. Deep inside, beyond the pretty face, the soul of the green, outcast girl was trying desperately to comprehend this unexpected turn of events.
Why, she asked nobody, somebody, anybody. am I stuck in Galinda's body?
(AN: Here's another funny, light-hearted Wicked story. I don't know if it's already been done on here, but I thought, it's cute and it's funny, and it brings our two main characters together [and has a lot of outside potential], so why not?)