Okay, I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but I know that it's a Wicked idea.
|the Goddaughter|
Wherever I go, I get stares. I know that, because I look around me all the time, and when I catch their eyes, they look away. Ashamed. Ashamed to have looked at such a painfully pitiful person.
Painfully pitiful green person.
I'm used to it now. All the stares, the gasps, the facial expressions people give me. It's just that… I thought it would have been a better world here. Outside of Oz, out of the pain, the misery, the unbearable humiliation and shame I had inflicted on myself. In a world officially called "Earth."
Weird name, huh. I mean seriously - a place (planet) called "Earth?" That'd be like calling the Emerald City, "Grass," or calling Oz, "Dirt and Footpath." I wouldn't like that.
Wait, what am I talking about? Was I defending Oz just then?
Alright - I admit it. I. Miss. Oz.
I know. It's hilarious, isn't it? Scary, even.
P.S. I haven't finished yet... but the story requires a first chapter... Will continue soon