There's not enough Nessa around. Or something.
I don't own her, by the way.
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They all hate me.
Oh, there's no point trying to deny it. I know it's true. Elphaba pretends to tolerate me, and Boq at least hasn't thrown himself off the roof yet, but I see it in the way they look at me, the way their eyes slip off my face and into midair halfway through sentences.
Especially Glinda. That foul, frilly little minx has all but told me to my face that she thinks I'm a disgusting freak. She hides it by calling me tragically beautiful, jokingly, as if I'm such a clown, such a joker. I could leap out of this chair right now and save everyone the burden of my beautiful tragedy.
Sometimes I wish I could get away with being beautifully tragic, with being noticed for something other than the stupid, wicked chair. But I think Elphaba already has that covered. Being better than me in every way, she's bound to.
But there is one thing she has no interest in, that I can finally prove my worth at. Elphaba has no desire to inherit the responsibility of the government of Munchkinland. It's the one thing I will be able to do better than her, once I've completed my studies, and she's draggd herself away from the Shiz library long enough to go to her graduation ceremony.
I'll be the most loyal, just and fair ruler there has ever been. The Munchkins will dance in the street in my honour. They'll never forget me.
So just let them try and hate me then, those small-minded, foolish little people. Let them.
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