White Flowers
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A/N This is my first multi chapter fanfic for Wicked it's also a AU.. This story is based on the Civil War. If you like this story please, please, please, reviews. Thank you
Mia
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Chapter 1 Galinda, 1861 April 8
The carriage tips a little to the side of the road the wind blows through the carriage window and in the process the papers on my lap flutter like flower pedals to the carriage floor. Sighing I bend down and pick up the papers, I glance at the papers for the hundredth time "FIGHT FOR STATES RIGHT FIGHT FOR THE RIGHT!" My name is Galinda Upland I am 13 years old the year is 1861 and the war against the North has started only 8 days ago. Everyone feels confident that are state will be victories and that their carouse is all righteous. If people were to wonder what my option is on this war my answer would be simple "I have no option on the subject." Really this war has no interest for me I've never been concerned with politics.
After what seems to be hours the carriage finally reaches are home. The couch driver (Thompson] opens my door, I step out and Thompson closes my door with a slam. I walk towards are grand house the neighbors on their small run down porches all give me envies stairs as I walk by, and in truth why shouldn't they with my golden curls primped in a white bonnet and my small waste wrapped in emerald silk I must seem like a goddess to these poor people.
I open my eyes to my dark room. I hear the sound of a rope against skin from outside my window and a soft barely desirable whimper. Father is punishing one of the slaves again maybe the servant didn't do her job right? I don't care about the slaves but, sometimes when I wake up to the sounds of the slave's cries and the wipes on their backs. I can't say why but, in some way when I hear them cry It seems wrong in some way that I can't explain.
A/N I hope you liked the first chapter I will update soon R and R please!