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The Girl I Mean To Be
Elphaba's POV
I glanced at my little sister and asked, "Nessa, have you ever wanted a place that was all your own and you didn't have to share it with anyone?" "Fabala, I've already got that," she said pointedly. I rolled my eyes—Nessa didn't understand. I nodded, pretending to agree with her, and stared out the window suddenly, longing for a place of my own—where Father couldn't yell and I could call it mine. Nessa stared at me and asked, "Fabala, what is it?" I looked at her and said, "Nothing's wrong, Nessa." "Elphaba," she said. I sighed and said, "Nessa, I want a place I can call my own—where Father can't yell and I make the rules—and, oh, Nessa, it would be wonderful—and no one cares if I am green." Nessa rolled her eyes and I glared at her.
I stood up and said, "I'm going outside. I'll be back later." With that, I walked outside and Nessa called, "Be careful." I nodded and walked along alone, thinking of what I wanted. As I walked, I began to sing.
"I need a place where I can go, where I can whisper what I know, where I can whisper who I like and where I go to see them. I need a place where I can hide and no one sees my life inside, where I can make my plans and write them down so I can read them, a place where I can bid my heart be still and it will find me, a place where I can go when I am lost and there I'll find me. I need a place to spend the day, where no one says to go or stay, where I can take my pen and draw the girl I mean to be."
Several hours passed and Father came, looking furious. I stared at him and merely said, "Nessa's got everything she needs—she doesn't need me anymore." He looked shocked, but I still returned home to continue caring for Nessa, even though we didn't need each other—or that's what I tried to tell myself.