My second "Wicked" story! I love Wicked so much!
Dedication- To Idina Menzel. She is amazing!
Disclaimer- I own nothing "Wicked" or Oz.
-Prolouge-
Since the Wicked Witch of the West has been melted, her diary has been discovered weeks later in her castle, now occupided by the Tin-Woodsman. He instantly handed it over to his close friend and now ruler of Oz, the Scarecrow. He has gone through it and has decided to publish it for the citizens of Oz, so they may know the History behind the Witch and her Wickedness. Glinda has fully backed him on this and now it is the book that you hold in your hand. Perhaps you will discover that she was not so wicked after all.
I'm not quite sure what to write here. Okay, I'm going to start with where this came from. My sister, Nessarose, decided to give me this in hopes I can write out my "oddity". I've never done this sort of thing actually. It's strange, to write out my thoughts. One minute, Father's calling...
Well, it finally happened. He decided to send me away. Took him long enough. He hates the sight of me, it's a wonder it didn't happen sooner. I'm to go to his old school, Shiz. Perhaps he hopes that I will never return. Why should I? He doesn't love me, I'm a freak in his eyes. At least I'm to be away from here. This might be the chance I've been waiting for!
But what will happen? I'm not exactly right for fiiting in, well, anywhere. There's that strangeness inside, as well as the strangeness outside. Green skin. How I hate it. Why go into this rant again? I've had it with myself several times. Why do I have green skin, why can't I get rid of it, oh please pity me. I am over it! I will not show my fear nor my shyness. This is a chance to start off anew!
I read that Madame Morrible is one of the best headmistresses in all of Oz. Perhaps this is a good opprotunity. All of the other ones have been blinded by my peculiar skin color. Perhaps she will see beyond it, to me. I'm smart, more than so. Nobody has seen it. Oh, one more minute, someone's knocking at my door...
That was Nessa. She rolled in and told me that she was going to Shiz with me! Finally-a bright spot! I love Nessa, I love her with my whole heart. My darling little sister. She is extremely beautiful and smart, it doesn't matter that she is in a wheel-chair. Her poor feet. If only I could do something. But that is only wishful thinking.
I must soon pack. We are leaving in one week! Not much time...Until next time, Dear Diary.
Elphaba