Going to Hell
Rifiuto: Non Miriena
Summary: She honestly, didn't care how everyone at Shiz perceived her, what they thought of her, how they treated her. Fate had dictated already that she was meant for one place and one place only, but while she was here, she figured she might as well enjoy the ride. She was going to Hell, after all. Elphaba-centric.
A/N: Written: 2013. Found: 2018.- Licia
"Father did you miss me
I've been locked up a while
I got caught for what I did but took it all in style
Laid to rest all my confessions I gave way back when
Now I'm versed in so much worse
So I am back again
And he said
For the lives that I take, I'm going to hell!
For the love that I make, I'm going to hell!"
- Going to Hell,
The Pretty Reckless, 2013
"Can you please try and be somewhat normal, Fabala-"
"There's nothing normal about me, Father, and you know that." I leaned close, my lips brushing his ear. "Don't bless me father, for I have sinned."
He slammed on the breaks of the car, throwing all of us forward. "Elphaba would you stop with that!" I bit my lip, but was unable to hide the grin tugging at my lips. He turned to the backseat. "Are you two okay?"
"Fine, Papa, just a try not to throw us through the window next time."
"Or maybe try! Let's see how far Nessa can fly!"
"Shove it, Shell!"
"That's enough, both of you!" I straightened, turning to glance back at my younger siblings, sitting in the backseat. Mom was home sick with a migraine; not that she would have come anyway, but still, the fact that I had to deal with the rugrats before I was dropped off at Mom's old alma mater was... ugh, there weren't enough words in the Ozian language. I turned back to the front.
"Oh, look, there's the school. You can just drop me off here; I don't mind the extra block-" But he locked the car doors, forcing me to sit back, as he finally pulled up in front of the iron gates.
"Are you sending her to a prison or a university, Dad?" Shell asked, gaze going out the window, to the ivy covered buildings.
"A prison would be cleaner and half the price." I muttered as the gates opened and my dad drove the car into the campus, pulling up in front of the Admissions office and parking. As soon as the car stopped and he unlocked it, I pushed the door open and bolted out, slinging the black messenger bag over my shoulder as I did so. And instantly, all sound seemed to stop; all eyes turning to me. Great, just what I needed.
I turned back to see my siblings get out of the car as well, and watched as my dad took the suitcases out of the trunk. I tossed my head, feeling eyes on me, and ignored them. I knew they weren't just staring at me, and twinge of guilt tugged at me, as I laid eyes on Nessa. At fourteen, she had it harder than me- mine was fixable, thanks to corrective surgery at two that allowed me to walk, even though I would always have the stints in my legs and would always walk with a limp- it was better than being born green. Nessa was so sweet that she didn't deserve her fate. I, however, certainly did deserve mine. That's what you get when you're the product of an affair.
I sighed, straightening the red plaid I wore over the black stockings. The garters held the stockings up, and were just hidden enough that they played peek-a-boo with whoever dared to look. The black halter was another story- Dad had forced me into a jacket before leaving the house, and I stripped it off now, tossing it over my arm with a defiant eyebrow rise at him. If I was going away to college, I was going to make an impression. And the first impression was always the most important. I tossed my head, turning back to see several guys staring at me. "What? If you're staring at my little sister, yes, she's always been green. No, she didn't eat grass as a child, and no, she's not contagious! If you're staring at me, well, that's the point of the outfit."
"I really wish you'd changed before we left, Fabala." I rolled my eyes turning back to my dad. Being a preacher, he disapproved of many things, but mostly things I'd done, was going to do, or had not yet considered doing. And today, it was the short skirt, the stockings, the halter top, black leather jacket, bright red lipstick, heavy eye liner, and two inch high-heeled boots I wore that came to my knees. I admit, I chose the wardrobe because I liked it, but mainly because I knew it would piss him off.
"Ah, Mr. Thropp!" I turned in time to see a giant fish of a woman in a red dress- for that was the only accurate way to describe her- come bouncing down the stairs of the administrative building towards us. She skidded to a stop upon seeing me, however. "And you must be..."
"Elphaba." I held out a hand; I wasn't so much of a Godless heathen to not shake hands when required. "I'm the heathen my father sent to your school to see if you can reform me. I redfine sin, after all, or so I've been told." I grinned, watching her squirm.
"Yes, well, I'm Madame Morrible. It's a... pleasure to have you join Shiz, Miss Elphaba."
Pleasure my ass. I grinned back at her.
"You have quite... tragically beautiful features." Her gaze moved to my sister.
"I'm just beautifully tragic." Nessa replied, lifting her chin before the older woman could say anything.
Good girl, Nessa. You'll do fine while I'm gone.
"Oh, Elphaba, before we go, I have a little gift for you." I turned back to him, surprised to see him holding a package. "Your brother and sister helped me pick it out."
I made my way towards them, gently untying the bow and tearing away the paper before lifting the lid. Inside, lay a pair of black heels. "Ah... jeweled shoes?" He nodded.
"Do you like them, Fabala?" Shell asked, bouncing on the balls of his feet. I chuckled softly.
Ah, Shell, I'm going to miss your ten-year-old energy. "I love them, thank you." As I replaced the lid and tucked the box under my arm, I let my father press a kiss to my cheek before accepting hugs from both Shell and Nessa. Before I knew it, they were driving off, and I was left in front of the admissions building, my two suitcases with me. Most of the people already there had cleared out, and others were arriving. Taking a deep breath, I set the box on top of one of my suitcases and grabbed the other one, making my trek up the stairs and into the admissions office.
It was going to be a long year.