In Oz
"Oh, my head. Since when do cyclones just appear out of the blue?" I cackled," Oh, I can apply WICKED to every part of my life." I looked around my room, my belongings were scattered everywhere. My precious books, the fragile items on my dresser, the New Moon poster I was going to replace with a Hunger Games one. My many notebooks filled with fanfiction. All scattered and destroyed. "Well, that's extremely depressing-the last year of my life has gone into those." I said as I picked up the notebook that had pages 135-205 in it. I was on page 198 at the time that blasted tornado hit. 198 pages of pure WICKED in my handwrting all gone.
My dresser, clothes, and myself were spared. The one book that was not ruined was WICKED: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West-my favorite book of all time. And my obsession-ask me anything and I'll be able to relate it to WICKED.(I dare you to do this-leave me a review with what you want me to relate and I'll put the list in upcoming chapters.)
I picked up the book and held it close to my body, as if to protect it from things unseen. I grabbed my coat and slipped it on over my black t-shirt. I walked through the small hall into the main room of our house-where the front door was-and automatically knew something was wrong. It was much to bright. Sure, I lived in Texas, but we just had a freak storm pass through. It shouldn't be freaking bright out.
Suddenly I had a thought, a really bad thought that I hoped with every fiber in my being was wrong because it would lead to horrible things later on. I went to the front door and peered through the small windows on it. The sight made my heart fall into my stomach. There were little blue houses everywhere and lots of corn. I was in Munchkinland, Oz.
