Who Says?
Elphaba's POV
Me: Hi, people. Welcome to my story—all based on Wicked! Yeah!
Elphaba: Can it, Elphaba-goodwitchofthewest16 or Madison Tiffany-Crystal or Alex or Niella Esme—whatever your name really is. I swear your author name is longer than Glinda's full name and title.
Me: Elphaba, when did you get here? And I don't care.
Elphaba: Three minutes ago. Don't you have something to say?
Me: Yes. I don't own Wicked. I don't own Wicked. I DON'T OWN WICKED! There, happy, now?
Elphaba: You only had to say it once.
Me: I know—I'm just being overly dramatic—like always.
Elphaba: Can we get to the story?
Me: Yeah! Story time! Oh, and Elphaba, Fiyero and Glinda are both looking for you.
Elphaba: Glinda wants to give mw a makeover and Fiyero... Wait, Fiyero's looking for me?
Me: *nods* Yes, Elphaba, he is. Now go find out what he wants.
Elphaba: Okay. Fiyero—what could he want from me? Unless he needs help with his school work—I can't imagine him wanting to see me.
Me: Mustn't say anything. Must resist urge to cause a Fiyeraba situation. Must resist. Fiyero and Elphaba—those two are so cute together. Anyway, on with the story.
I looked up and saw Galinda glaring at me. "What did I do wrong now?" I asked. "Elphie," she whined. I sit up and said, "Galinda, what is wrong?" She looked at me and said, "Elphaba, why do you let everyone push around? I don't like it."
I glared at her and said, "When I want your opinion, I'll ask for it." Galinda walked over to the door and stands in front of it. "Galinda, what are you doing?" I demanded. "I am going to change your opinion of yourself with a new song I found. I think you'll like it," she said, simply. I rolled my eyes at her and said, "Okay, Galinda." She walked over to her music player and flipped through the songs, finding the one she wanted and turned the machine on—I wanted to leave, but I'd agreed to listen to the song.
"I wouldn't want to be anybody else. Hey! You made me insecure—told me I wasn't good enough, but who are you to judge when you're a diamond in the rough? I'm sure you got things you'd like to change about yourself. But when it comes to me, I wouldn't want to be anybody else. Na, na, na, na, na! Na, na, na, na, na, na! I'm no beauty queen—I'm just beautiful me. La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na. You've got every right to a beautiful life. C'mon! Who says? Who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurting? Trust me—that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says? It's such a funny thing how nothing's funny when it's you. You tell 'em what you mean, but they keep whiting out the truth. It's like a work of art that never gets to see the light. Keep you beneath the stars—won't let you touch the sky. La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! I'm no beauty queen—I'm just beautiful me. La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! La, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na! You've got every right to a beautiful life. C'mon! Who says? Who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurting? Trust me—that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says? Who says you're not start potential? Who says you're not presidential? Who says you can't be in movies? Listen to me. Listen to me. Who says you don't pass the test? Who says you can't be the best? Who said? Who said? Won't you tell me who said that? Yeah, WHO SAID! Who says? Who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurting? Trust me—that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says? Who says? Who says you're not perfect? Who says you're not worth it? Who says you're the only one that's hurting? Trust me—that's the price of beauty. Who says you're not pretty? Who says you're not beautiful? Who says?"
I looked at Galinda and said, "Galinda, what are you trying to say?" She sighed and said, "Elphiiiiiieee, isn't it obvious? I'm sick of you just letting people walk all over you like you don't care." I groaned and said, "Galinda, I'm fine. I can handle it." Galinda grabbed my arm and said, "Elphaba, believe me on this: You are beautiful—not beautiful in Nessa's way—but in your own way. It's an exotic beauty that one else can hope to imitate." "Galinda," I begin to protest, but then she called, "Fiyero! Boq! Nessa!" I groaned and she asked, "Isn't Elphaba beautiful?" Fiyero immediately said, "Yeah, she really is." I grimaced. Boq nodded and Nessa said, "She has the potential to be extremely beautiful, if she'd let someone turn her into the beauty queen that she truly is."
I glared at the others and Nessa said, "Elphaba, just because Father says something, it doesn't mean it's true. He says you're ugly, because he's so blinded by his hate for you. You truly are beautiful. And this is coming from the tragically beautiful sister, so it must be true." I grinned and said, "Thank you, Galinda, for helping me." I hugged Nessa and then she and Boq went outside for a walk—they'd been dating for a while now and Fiyero stared at me. I groaned and said, "Can I go to the library now?" Galinda nodded and I hurried to the library—Fiyero wasn't being himself. Something was wrong with him.
I was studying when Fiyero joined me. "What is it, Fiyero?" I asked. "Elphaba, can you help me?" He begged. I nodded and said, "And stop begging. You look ridiculous."
Three hours later, he said, "Thanks, Elphaba." I nodded and said, "No problem, Fiyero." I glanced at the clock and said, "I need to get to back to the room. Galinda's going to help me with something." "Dealing with your father," Fiyero guessed. I barely nodded and ran off.
Me: That's the story. And I know you have opinions and I'd love to hear them
Boq: Where is she?
Me: Where is who? Nessa, Glinda, or Elphaba?
Boq: The first one—Nessa. She's stalking me.
Me: You're kinda doing the same thing to Glinda and you're scaring the poor girl—not that she's poor, but she's scared of you.
Boq: Where do I go?
Me: East. As I was saying... Now what, Nessa?
Nessa: Which way did Boq go?
Me: East. And let's try this again.
Glinda: Where did Biq go?
Me: His name is Boq. And he went East. You should go North. And we'll try again.
Fiyero: Where's Elphaba?
Me: Elphaba, come explain to Mr. Brainless Fiyero where you are.
Elphaba: Fiyero, don't you pay attention to the news? I said, 'So if you care to find me, look to the Western Sky!'
Fiyero: Oh. Well, back home to Elphaba.
Me: Finally. Oh, and Fiyerabaness. Yeah! Anyway, I was trying to tell you people to read and review. Oh, I need to go somewhere. Nessa's gone East, so that's out. Glinda's gone North, so that's out. Elphaba's gone West, so that's out. I guess that leaves me with South. I'm going South. Bye!