Hello. Sorry, just wanted to write a quick short story. It's not going to be very long. This is what happens when I'm bored and have writer's block. Hope you all enjoy it!

Six-year-old Elphaba sat on her bed, slowly rocking from side to side. Her hands were neatly folded in her lap. Her head was bowed, her unseeing gaze on the floor. Her emerald green skin was glowing in the sunlight. Her pure while Her head snapped up when she heard notices coming from downstairs. Wondering what was going on, she slid off her bed and stumbled towards her door.

Slowly and quietly slipping out of her room, she slid her hand against the wall to her sister, Nessa's, room.

Walking into the room, she heard the soft, steady breaths of her wheelchair-bound sister. Elphaba smiled to herself, knowing that Nessa was sleeping.

She walked out and slowly made her way to the stairs. Clutching the railing with both hands, she descended the staircase. Halfway down, she heard the servants and maids rushing in the front hallway. She heard the clinking of dishes, the sound the broom made as it was swept across the floor, the head maid giving orders, along with a multitude of other noises.

What's going on? Elphaba thought. The only time there's this much noise is when we have guests coming.

Elphaba smiled to herself. They rarely had visitors at the Governors Mansion. She stepped down the final step and walked to her father's study, careful to stay close to the wall and out of the way of the maids.

She slid her hand against the wall, searching for the door to her father's study. She felt the doorknob and turned it, pushing the door open.

"Papa?" she asked timidly, hoping her father was there.

Frex looked up and saw his eldest daughter standing in the doorway. His face immediately hardened and he gave her a look of disgust.

"What do you want?" he asked harshly.

"I-I was wondering who is coming today? Everyone seems so busy," Elphaba said, putting her hands in front of her, feeling her way to her father's desk.

"None of you business," Frex said, standing up and walking over to the window. He locked his hands behind his back, gazing over the gardens.

Elphaba followed the sounds of her father's footsteps. She reached for his hand, longing for him to hold hers. She felt his hand and grasped it. Frex pulled away, horrified that this green monster he had to call his daughter had touched him.

"Papa?" Elphaba asked. Deep down, she knew why her father had pulled away.

"Go away, Elphaba," Frex whispered, his eyes not leaving the gardens.

"Papa, please, I –" Elphaba begged.

"I SAID GO AWAY!" Frex roared.

Elphaba jumped back, an inch away from bumping into Frex's desk.

"Papa," she whispered brokenly.

Frex sighed as he roughly grabbed Elphaba's arm and pulled her up the stairs. Elphaba gasped in surprise, but didn't cry out in pain. Once they reached Elphaba's room, Frex opened the door and threw her inside. Elphaba fell to her knees.

"You are to remain here until I say you can come out! I don't want to cause the guests indigestion just by the mere sight of you! Do you understand?" Frex ordered.

Elphaba whimpered, and Frex took that as a 'yes'.

"I mean it!" he shouted, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Elphaba slowly stood up and walked to her bed. She sat down and cried. Why didn't her father love her? What did she ever do to him? Tears welled in her eyes and ran down her face. She gently wiped them away, determined not to cry.

It was his fault. It was Frex's fault that she couldn't see. That she would have to live the rest of her life in darkness and fear. The memory of the day came crashing down on her.

"AHH!" Melena screamed as she sat up on the couch and clutched her stomach.

"Mama?" Elphaba asked, looking up at her mother with wide eyes.

Frex ran into the room. He pushed Elphaba aside and helped Melena up the stairs. Elphaba got up and followed her parents. She heard her mother screaming out in pain while she gave birth to her second child.

After a few hours, Melena's screaming stopped and was replaced with the cry of a newborn baby. Elphaba smiled and ran into the room to see her mother. She stopped when she saw her mother lying in the bed, blood covering the sheets. She looked asleep, but she wasn't moving or breathing.

"Mama?" Elphaba asked, gently shaking Melena's arm. "Mama? MAMA!"

Frex turned around and saw Elphaba shaking her mother's arm. Once he realized that Melena would never wake up, he became angry.

"You," he sneered at his three-year-old daughter. "This is all your fault!"

"No," Elphaba whispered. "I didn't mean to –"

Elphaba never finished her sentence. He quickly slapped her across the face, causing her to fall to the floor. Elphaba pressed her hand firmly against the bruise that was forming on her cheek and sobbed.

Frex then proceeded to grab her by her hair and threw her across the room. Elphaba hit her head hard against the wall. When she opened her eyes, everything was blurry. She blinked, but her world was slowly disappearing into darkness.

Frex, realizing what he had done, suddenly felt guilty. He looked at his dead wife and the guilt vanished. He stormed out of the room and ran to his office to cry his eyes out.

Elphaba was left alone. Her vision was completely gone, replaced with only darkness. She slowly stood, rubbing her eyes. When she opened them again, her world was still dark.

"Papa?" she asked softly. She was met with silence. "Papa?" she asked again. Still silence. Stretching her hands in front of her, Elphaba groped towards the door. Once she reached it, she heard the soft cries of her new sibling. Turning, she walked towards the crying.

"Hi," Elphaba whispered, reaching the crib. The crying immediately stopped. Elphaba smiled, glad that someone in her family wasn't repulsed by her.

"I'm your older sister, Elphaba," Elphaba smiled, reaching down and tracing over her soft, delicate features.

Frex came back in the room, his eyes swollen and bloodshot. He saw Elphaba standing at the crib, her right hand inside.

"Elphaba, get away from her!" Frex shouted. Elphaba jumped and stiffened. She felt her father grab her arm and pull her away.

Elphaba snapped back into reality when she heard a carriage approaching. Their guests had arrived.

"I'm so bored!" the six-year-old, Galinda, whined.

"We're almost there," her mother assured her.

"Girls can be so impatient," the little boy, Fiyero, said.

"I am not impatient!" Galinda argued, slapping Fiyero's arm with her little white purse.

"Are too!" Fiyero smirked.

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am –"

"Children!" the king of the Vinkus boomed, causing both Fiyero and Galinda to shut their mouths. "You two are to be on your best behavior. Am I understood?"

"Yes," Fiyero and Galinda whispered in unison.

"Good," the king sighed.

"Ooh, we're finally here!" Galinda exclaimed, jumping up and down in her seat as she looked out the window.

"Finally," Fiyero sighed, following Galinda's gaze out the window.

"Remember what I told you," the king warned as the stepped out of the carriage.

"We'll be good," Fiyero said.

"Welcome," Frex smiled, shaking the hands with the king and queen of the Vinkus. The Duke and Duchess of the Gillikin stepped up and shook hands with the Governor.

"Thank you for hosting this meeting, Governor Thropp," the Duke said.

"My pleasure. Please, come in," Frex said, ushering his guests in.

Galinda and Fiyero sat in the corner of this big room.

"Hey," Fiyero whispered.

"What?" Galinda whispered back.

"I'm bored."

"No kidding."

"Do you wanna do something?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Do you wanna play a game?"

"A game?" Galinda asked, a little to loud. Thankfully, the adults were too absorbed in their conversation to notice or hear their children. "Sure," Galinda whispered.

"Great! Let's go," Fiyero said, standing up and offering his hand to Galinda. She accepted it as they slipped out.

"Okay. I'll count and you can go hide," Galinda said as she covered her eyes and began to count.

Fiyero ran down the hall, looking for a place to hide. He suddenly saw a room where the door was slightly opened. He opened the door a little wider so he could slip in without making a lot of noise. He breathed a sigh of relief when he slipped inside without being noticed.

"Hello?" a small voice asked.

Fiyero turned around and saw a girl, about his age, sitting on the bed, her head slightly turned towards him. So much for slipping in unnoticed.

"Hello?" the girl asked again. Fiyero bit his lip, wondering who this girl was and what she was going to do to him. He saw her slide off her bed and grope towards the door, towards him.

Fiyero suddenly realized that the girl couldn't see him and easily dogged her searching hands.

Elphaba's fingers grazed her door and she stopped. She knew someone was in her room. It wasn't her father. Her father wouldn't ignore her like that. Giving up, her groped back to her bed and sat down.

Fiyero let go of the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He suddenly felt the urge to sneeze.

Oh no, he thought. Not here! Not now! I can't… "ACHOO!"

Elphaba jumped, startled by the sneeze. She turned towards the sound, her eyes filled with fear and her whole body shaking.

Brainless, Fiyero inwardly scolded himself. He watched as the girl slid off her bed and walked towards him again. He bit his lip as her fingers lightly touched his arm. Elphaba jumped back. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm… uh…" Fiyero stuttered. Now that he got a better look at the girl, he found himself speechless. She was beautiful. Her long, black, raven hair flowed down to the middle of her back. Her navy blue dress was simple, but pretty. Her skin was a glowing shade of emerald green.

Green skin? Fiyero thought. How can someone have green skin?

"Who are you?" Elphaba asked again, snapping Fiyero out of his trance.

"I'm F-Fiyero," Fiyero introduced himself.

"Fiyero? The Vinkun prince?" Elphaba asked, taking a step back.

"Yeah, that's me," Fiyero said, nervously running his hands through his dark brown hair.

"Oh. And what, may I ask, are you doing in my room?" Elphaba asked, raising her eyebrow.

"My parents are here for the meeting. Are you the Governor's daughter?"

Elphaba fell silent. She knew her father was embarrassed of her, but she couldn't lie. "Yes," she whispered.

Fiyero smiled. "Well, to answer your question, Galinda and I –"

"Galinda?"

"She's the daughter of the Duke and Duchess of the Gillikin. We were playing a game of hide and seek and I hid in here. I'm sorry if I'm intruding."

"No, you're not," Elphaba said, a slight smile appearing on her face.

"Well, you know my name, but I don't know yours."

Elphaba turned towards Fiyero. No one had ever asked for her name before. They were too busy pointing, staring, whispering, and running away for her. "Elphaba."

"I found you!" Galinda said, opening the door and jumping inside.

Elphaba stepped back, startled by the new voice.

"Elphaba," Fiyero said, taking Elphaba's hand and leading her to Galinda. "This is Galinda Upland."

"Of the Upper Uplands," Galinda added. She looked at Elphaba, who wasn't quite looking directly at her. She looked towards Fiyero.

She can't see, Fiyero mouthed to her.

Galinda's mouth dropped open as she looked back at Elphaba, who had pulled her hand away from Fiyero and was holding it against her chest. She slowly walked towards Elphaba and held her hand.

Elphaba, feeling the blonde's soft hand slip into hers, relaxed.

"Hi," Galinda whispered, gently squeezing Elphaba's hand.

"Hi," Elphaba whispered back. "Y-You two should probably go."

"Why?" Galinda asked, all hopes of becoming Elphaba's best friend vanishing.

"My father won't like it if you're in here."

"We'll come back. I promise," Fiyero said, taking Elphaba's hand and kissing it like a gentleman.

Elphaba's face turned a darker shade of green, her way of blushing.

"Thank you," she whispered as she felt Fiyero's hand slip away and heard them walk out the door and close it behind them.

What do you guys think? This is the result of pure boredom and writer's block. Is it worth continuing?