Chapter 2

Alright, I thought, I'm in Oz. First thing to do before I go outside and face the fact I just murdered Nessarose, (Oh Shiz, I murdered Nessarose!) is find out if it's bookverse Oz, musicalverse Oz, Movie Oz or L. Frank Baum Oz. None of them are good choices considering my house landed on the Eminence of the East or I guess Govener if the is musical verse. Maybe it's a mix of all four. Only one way to find out. I was so happy my 2 sisters, parents, and all 3 animals had been out of the house when the twister came-they'd flip out and my parents wouldn't let me use my WICKED expertise here.

Opening the front door and stepping out of the house I found no one in sight- L. Frank Baum maybe?- and a pair of black-and-white stockinged legs with silver slippers on the feet. That ruled out completely Movie and completely Musical. Baum said they were silver and the book never specified the color. I grimiced at Nessa's legs and let the shoes be, moving away from my house. "Alright Munckins," I called out," I'm not going to hurt you! Show yourselves!" Yeah, not the best strategy in the world but I had to try.

I watched the sky for Glinda, who would come no matter what Oz I was in. Sure enough, a big, pink bubble started traveling towards me. Not totally book then, I thought. "Hello, I'm Glinda the Good Witch of the North. Are you a good witch, or a bad witch?"

"Hello Glinda, nice bubble. I'm no witch, just a very unlucky thirteen year old girl who has had the misfortune of landing on Nessarose the Witch of the East.

"Oh, Uh, I see. How do you you know the Witch's name? You cannot be from Oz when you are dressed like that-or you are very fashion challenged."

"I happen to adore dark colors-hate pink, purple, and color that could be considered 'feminine' in any way. Please don't insult my fashion sense- you seem to be lacking some. Really, a salmon-pink ball gown? I expected you to develop some taste by now."

"Well, I never! Oh, never mind-Munckins , you can come out now-I don't think she'll bite. Though I have been wrong before." She mumbled the last bit to herself and I grinned-emphising my Elphaba-like chin. I have the facial features of Elphaba-the pointed chon and nose, high cheekbones(though mine still have a tiny bit of plumpness to them) and the arched eyebrows. Glinda's eyes widened as she recognized this and she turned to the Munchkins. "This is..."

"Hannah. I'm from Texas."

"This is Hannah and she comes from a land called Texaz. She has just killed the Witch of the East-rejoice! She has rid us of a terrible tyrant!" She placed a hand on my shoulder aa the Munckins clapped and celebrated.You don't really think that Glinda, I thought. You loved Nessa, even if she was an over-religious, obnoxious, pushover.

A cloud of red smoke appeared within all the Munchkins and they fell to the ground in fear. Forbidding sense of movieverse here-which I'd not good. "Who killed my sister, who killed the Witch of the East?" The voice was harsh and oily, but it was also feminine. I didn't need to see the person to know who it was. I am in deep Shiz, hopefully this is a mix and not just movieverse. "Was it you?" I kept my head down as she came face to face with me. I didn't answer, I felt guilty and didn't want to face my rolemodel. (why wouldn't she be my role model? She's awesome, and thankfully, this will not be pure movieverse-I don't like the movie much.) "Well, was it?"

"I am so incredably sorry-I didn't mean to kill her. I couldn't control the tornado anymore than you could have controlled your rooming assignment at collage." I looked up and saw Elphaba take a step back, this obviously struck a chord in her. She looked like a cross between Margert Hamilton, Kerry Ellis, and Idina Menzel. The features prominent, but she's incredably pretty. Of course she's green also, but I envy her skin and hair so I have zero bad comments for those aspects.

"Well sorry doesn't bring back my sister does it?"

"No, and I'm incredably sorry for that as I said before. It was an accident, I swear."

"Well, I can cause accidents too, and this is,"

"Aren't you forgetting the slippers?"

"Yes, thank you Glinda." She walked over to her sister's body and attempted to take the shoes off her feet. "Thery're gone!" I immediately looked down at my feet. My tennis shoes had been replaced with, sparkly, ultra-feminine, high heel silver shoes.

"There they are and there they'll stay." Glinda said, pointing her ridiculous want at the shoes.

"Give them back to me, I'm the only one who knows how to use them. Give them back to me, give them back!"

"Keep tight inside of them. Their power must be very great or she wouldn't want them so much."

"No way am I keeping these ridiculous shoes. Three reasons why. 1: So not me-not feminine at all. 2: These are Elphaba's shoes. If not by right than by legal standards. 3: You want me to keep them. 4: They made my tennis shoes disappear! I liked my shoes!" I made an attempt to take the shoes off and hand them to Elphaba, but they wouldn't budge. "Sweet Oz,"

"Wait, what did you call me?"

"Elphaba, or would you rather be called Elphie or Fae? I doubt you like being called 'the Witch'."

"Uhm, nevermind that-just give me my sister's shoes."

"About that, they won't come off, see?" I lifted a foot and tugged on the silver shoe. "Won't budge. Trust me, I wan't you to have them and I want to ve rid of them-but they won't budge."

"Of course," Glinda said,"They're magic shoes silly! They won't come off until you die!"

"Thank you Glinda!" My voice was strained and sarcastic-annoyed that she just told my number one mortal enemy how to get the stupid shoes off my feet! I wanted those totemic shoes off, believe me.

"I cannot attend to you hear and now as I'd like-but try to stay out of my way, just try. I'll get you my pretty!" Elphaba ccackled and vanished in a puff of red smoke, leaving me scared for me life.