Well, here's a complete rewrite of my original story There's No Place Like Oz under a different name. Enjoy!

"Elle, get down here! Your father hasn't seen his hat in days and all odds point to you!"

You're probably wondering, who the heck is Elle and why do all the odds point to her? Well, I'm Elle. Elle Tiggular, at your service. I'm not guilty, no, and the odds did not point to me. They pointed to a little cat named afterNessa. Now, Nessa was glorified by my green mother Elphaba and scarecrow father Fiyero, because they saw Nessa as a "reincarnation" of Elphaba's long lost, dead sister. The only reason they thought that was because Elphaba found the cat the same day her sister died, and supposedly it looked like Nessarose, the dead sister, so they didn't blame her for anything. Instead, they blamed me for everything wrong Nessa did, which I called bull-you-know-what and got yelled at every time. Aren't I a great daughter?

I rolled my eyes and hurried downstairs, the floorboards creaking as I took every step. "I'm coming already!" It wasn't long before I was greeted by an irritated green witch, drumming her fingers on a wooden table.

"Elle, what have I told you about stealing things?"

"That it's Nessa's fault?"

"Watch it blondie! I told you that it is a wicked thing to do!"

"I promise I didn't steal it. Check Nessa's bed, for goodness' sake!"

"If it's not there, you are in serious trouble miss I'm so perfect!"

"Why won't you just believe me this once?"

"I'm not sure I don't, to be honest," Fiyero's voice stuck out, so I turned around to find Fiyero with his hat and hand coming from the door. "Nessa had it tucked under her bed. Turns out that darn cat isn't the angel we thought she was." I thanked Lurline silently, but remembered that Elphaba believed in the unnamed god, so also panicked a bit.

"See what I mean? I was right!" I hissed out at Elphaba, "I'm going back to practicing singing, I'll see you both at dinner." I stormed up the stairs, thankful that they finally caught the culprit but mad that Elphaba didn't apologize, still.

I was back in my room, I sat down on my plump, pink bed that Fiyero had somehow afforded years ago, and found my sheet music from Phantom of the Emerald Palace just as I had left it. It was a song called "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again," which was a personal favorite of mine. I was Christine in the local production of it, and I was extremely thankful for my golden voice. There had been a voice like it when I was a baby, before Fiyero picked me up from the orphanage. That's what sparked my love for music, the longing to be as beautiful and amazing at singing as that mysterious voice, if I ever were to hear it again.

I sang softly, going over the difficult parts and then finally rehearsed it one last time, full on. I sounded great. Happily, I found my leather covered diary and wrote down a quick entry describing Nessa being caught and how I felt I'd improved singing.

I was interrupted by a knock on the wood near the entry to my room. It was Elphaba, and she looked guilty. "Elle, I wanted to apologise… I shouldn't have been so harsh. It was Nessa all those times, wasn't it?" I looked down at my diary.

"Indeed," I replied softly, "every single time. But I should apologise too… I've been a brat just as much as you've blamed me."

"It's alright, my dear. But your father and I have been talking, and we've decided its time you meet your real mother."

"I don't wish to know my real mother, though. I've got a perfect one right here." Elphaba laughed softly, and sat down beside me on the bed.

"My dear, I am not perfect and nor is Fiyero. You, though, you are as perfect as a daughter can possibly be. So Fiyero and I want to send you to the Emerald City, because even if you don't want to know your real mother, we promised her she could meet you. You don't even have to know who she is. Just… please us, okay?"

I sighed. I wasn't ready to leave home, although I was 15, the age most Ozians left home. I just felt connected to home, like it was the only place I felt safe. The only place I could comfortably smile, and not be embarrassed to be the adopted daughter of a scarecrow and artichoke. "Do you really want this?"

Elphaba nodded, "I made a promise, Elle. To someone I loved dearly. She expects me to uphold my promise, and in return she upholds hers. Please, Elle. Do it for Fiyero and I." I shut my eyes tight, and breathed slowly. I didn't want to go. But I couldn't let down Elphaba. I opened my eyes, and my eyes immediately began to tear up. I wiped them.

"Ok, I will." Elphaba placed something in my hands, and cupped her hands around mine.

"Give this to her. Don't open it, just hand it to her. When you get there. You'll know who. Now get packing." I could tell that Elphaba's face was tear stained as she got up and walked down the stairs. But she didn't look back. What have I done? I got up from my bed, but began crying, so collapsed back on the blankets and hugged them. I didn't want to let go, ever.

Eventually, I was able to put the emotions away and begun to pack. I really didn't need too many clothes, because if I was to be a maid I'd probably get a uniform, I just needed enough for the journey. I grabbed my journal, and threw the binder of Phantom sheet music I had into the bag as well. I grabbed the locket that I'd had since… forever, and grabbed the paper Elphaba gave me. I slung the bag on my shoulder, and headed downstairs. This was the day my life would change forever.

Fiyero and Elphaba greeted me, and both seemed very upset. I ran into Elphaba's arms, and buried my face in her shoulder. I didn't want to let go.

"You all ready, girl?"

"Ready as ever, I guess. How could one possibly be prepared to say goodbye anyway?" and with that, I smiled so bittersweetly. Was I ready to leave home forever? To never see Fiyero or Elphaba again?

"I can't believe your finally leaving myself," Fiyero said, suddenly. I let go of Elphaba and ran into Fiyero's open arms.

"I'm fifteen Dad. It's time for me to go, we all know that."

"Still. Elle, promise to visit once a year," Fiyero concernedly said. I nodded quickly, suddenly excited yet bittersweetly sad. I let go, and looked up at both of my adoptive parents. Gosh, I was a lot shorter then both of them! Fiyero was like a foot taller, and Elphaba was about six inches taller, she's 5'9". I guess I just wanted to leave that realization to the end, eh? I wanted to lie to myself and say I was tall. Oops.

"I promise Dad," I said sweetly, "but I better get going if I'm to tag along on the supply cart. I only have about five minutes before it passes the house. I'm not sure I'm ready to say goodbye though." I whispered the last note.

"Neither am I kiddo," Fiyero replied, "but all good things have to come to an end, isn't that right Fae?"

"Don't mention it Yero."

"Anyway," I flung my hands freely at my sides, "I guess this is goodbye." Wiping away tears, I hugged each of them one last time. Fiyero kissed my forehead in a fatherly way.

"We love you, Elle. No matter what. Remember that." That was Elphaba's final note to me as I walked out the door, now crying full on. The cart drove past, and I had to run to hop in the back of it. No matter what, I'd uphold my promise. Even if that meant going through a frightful and potentially dangerous journey. For you, Elphaba.

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