Hello people. My first Wicked fic- please don't be too harsh with reviews, though judging from the reviews I've read here, you're a pretty friendly fandom.
Disclaimer- Stephen Schwartz and Winnie Holzman wrote the musical 'Wicked', on which this fanfic is based. I am in no way affiliated with them or Gregory Maguire, who wrote the book on which the musical is based. I just like 'Wicked'.
Fool
Elphaba was a fool, Nessa thought bitterly. She didn't know what it was like to be truly grounded. So her skin was a different pigmentation than usual, so what? Every day, Elphaba saw true discrimination and preferential treatment. With Elphaba it was different- It was her own preconceptions that were holding her back. If she wanted to do something about it she should stop pretending to be in the same boat as the Animals or... or Nessa.
Every day, people looked at Nessa with pity in their eyes, and automatically treated her more nicely than they would have treated her if she were out of the chair. It didn't matter if Nessa was rude or if Nessa really just wanted them to treat her like she wasn't made of glass. It sometimes made her wonder what it would have been like if she had been born the same way as everybody else. She would have to deal with unpleasantness from people, true, but she was sure she would have had friends.
What people often forgot now, when they looked only at the chair, was that Nessa was actually guite pretty. That's why she had been called Nessa Rose, thank you very much. She wasn't being vain, it was an unalterable fact- she was beautiful compared to half the girls here at school. But no boy would ever be able to appreciate that beauty because they had to treat her with inhuman respect.
Another thing people often believed was that because she was in a wheelchair, she automatically had to be a quiet and delicate little thing. Once again, wrong. Elphaba could vouch for her- Nessa could be as obnoxious as any other teenage girl when she wanted to be, and she was wanting to be more and more often.
If people could see her for what she really was, Nessa was sure she would have less people fawning over her with sycophantic care and sympathy. Nessa was sure that some people would even hate her. But she didn't care. If she could have even a bit of the life that Elphaba was currently living, she would be happy.
Please R and R