A/N: This my first story and I am freaking out! Please tell me if it is any good.
Fyiero:
"And… it's open! What do you think sweetheart?" Glinda my girlfriend asked me.
I looked at the sign above her new hair salon and chuckled at the slogan. "Glinda the good's salon. Your gonna be popular, just not quiet as popular me! We do weddings birthdays and Bat Mitzvahs." "I love it," I told her.
Her face lit up, "You really think so?" she asked.
"I don't know. Lets ask those people crowding around the doors," I told her. If only Elphaba could see it.
"Customers!" she breathed. "Please let me unlock… the doors," she said obviously trying to make them feel like this was a milestone in history. Everyone cheered and whopped.
A bald man was there probably expecting a wig or some thing.
Glinda came back and I saw in her I eyes she wasn't as happy as everyone thought. "Oh Fyiero. I miss her so much." She cried on my shoulder.
"She knows." I whispered, "She is probably looking at us from the sky right now on that broom of hers."
I heard Fyiero from my cyrstel ball. "I'm coming," I whispered back.
I flew there, hiding myself in the clouds. I saw the sign, and smiled. Once I reached the back door I knocked.
No I thought, No one can know I am alive. I rasied my self on the roof and Glinda came out, "Hello?" She asked. I didn't answer.
She had mad an exact replica of my pointed hat. As she threw it she cried and went back inside.
I picked up the hat, "I miss you to. I miss you and your peerkey sense of humor." I said and went back to the castle.