So, this is my first fanfic. Please note that my first language isn't English. Thanks to my American friends, who helped me with the spelling and grammar. Special thanks to siarenthander, BookWorm0001 and nessarosethropp19. Check out their Ozmazing stories! Reviews are making me happy! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Wicked.

Chapter One: Sisters

Today was an important day, a great day, a day that would change people's lives. You could feel it thick in the air, the feeling flowed through her veins. Today was the day that she finally had the opportunity to make good.

She was a daydreamer. Her father had told her so many times to stop dreaming. It would only disappoint her, and he had to deal with that, which he simply couldn't. How many times had she rolled her eyes as an answer and he had sighed to that? She couldn't remember, it didn't matter, she didn't care about it. That might be the thing that made her strong. She never cared about what people said to her, their thoughts, their glares, how they looked at her. She knew she was different, though she wouldn't give a damn for it. She sighed and looked in the mirror, in disgust, not knowing what to do with her hair.

A knock on the door. A clear voice that belonged to a young person rang through the wood, "It's me!" It was her younger sister.

"I don't know a 'me'," she said.

The door opened. "That sounded mean," the younger sister said, yet she continued, "You know we," she paused, "Well at least I am, very proud of you." She smiled and looked up at her older sister, feeling proud that she was hers indeed.

Her sister was quite tall. A beautiful young woman in her opinion. And though she would never admit it, she actually was quite jealous. Her sister was smart and always kind to other people even though they mostly ignored her. She knew she was different, but she had never avoid that. She loved her sister for all those things and wished she looked a bit more like her. Thinking of herself, although she was quite pretty to see, she wasn't always happy. She was disabled, spending her whole life in a wheelchair. She wasn't unhappy either. At least, not more unhappy than most people were. She believed in the Unnamed God, something her sister didn't. Her sister always doubted the things around Him.

"Nessie?" Nessarose was startled from her thoughts and looked back at her sister. "Do you think this shows the real me?" I don't even care about clothes and such, why would I do now? She turned, so Nessa, that's how they called her, could see her.

Nessa eyed her sister up and down. "You look so beautiful," she decided.

Liar. Her sister blushed a little. "Thank you, I guess."

"You're more than welcome. You know that."

Still not happy with herself she sighed again and kneeled down next to Nessa's wheelchair, taking her small hands in hers. Nessa smiled, she loved it when her sister did that. Closing her eyes she cherished this perfect moment. She knew that she wouldn't be able to spend time with her sister for a while. Of course, she had her father and Shell, her younger brother, but her sister... She had to miss her calm voice and her beautiful smile. Only the thought of it made her feel sick.

"Nessie, you okay?"

She nodded as her sister sighed again.

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just, you know how hard I've been working for this and how badly I want this job."

"Don't worry about us," Nessa said, not answering her sister's statement. Knowing that this was what her sister worried about. "We'll be fine. Father will take good care of it."

Yeah sure, father. You mean Nanny, right? Father can't even make coffee. She didn't mind to voice her thoughts. Instead she settled for something more nice, "That's true. Father is, well... Overprotective, to say the least."

"Maybe he is. I think it's sweet though."

She only smiled, lightly squeezing Nessa's hands.

She sighed another time. What the hell is wrong with me? I can't be nervous, can I? She was lost in her thoughts until Nessa spoke again, "You're just a bit nervous, you're not dying."

"A bit?," she huffed, "Nessie, I am..." She cut herself off. "Wait, will you stop acting so creepy? Don't even try to read my mind." She quickly stood up and began to pace.

"Hey, calm down a bit, will you? I was just guessing. By the way, it's quite obvious you're nervous. You've never sighed that much before."

"Oh…" She stopped and stood still.

"You'll be fine. Like I said, for me you are the best and you have a great chance."

Duh, you know me, you're my little sister. Of course you'd say something to make me feel better, wouldn't you? "Thanks Nessie."

"You're welcome."

She then did something what even surprised herself. She walked back to Nessa and hugged her. Who hugged her back tightly. Feeling her fragile arms tight around her chest and sighed once more, happily this time.

Thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you liked it. For those who didn't know, the first three chapters are rewritten. They're not much different from the first versions, just letting you know.