Chapter 2
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WHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY? OH SWEET OZ DIARY WHY?! WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A GOOD GIRL!
I
DON'T
DESERVE
TO
BE
TREATED
THIS
WAY!
I'm sorry I yelled at you dairy. Gosh it's been a bad day though. So here's what happened:
I rolled into the school gates inside Popsicle's most elaborate carriage and I could just see the jealous stares of all the other students outside of my window. I had to wait to make a grand entrance because my cabin boy had fallen asleep in the long journey and was sluggish to wake. As soon as he had opened my door though I stepped out and was greeted with an awed applause. Boys flocked (as they often do diary) and I was wheeled away on top of my luggage. It was perfect, exactly how I envisioned my entrance to Shiz, and so very…what's the word…fictional. It was as if I was in a story…or musical. My ultimate fantasy comes true.
So as these delicious, tastyfying boys wheel me towards the dorm rooms we almost run into Madam Morrible, that horrible old bat. Honestly diary, I know Momsie and Popsicle always taught me to never judge a book by its cover but this book is old and wrinkly and smelt funny and…I couldn't help but think this cover told all.
She immediately sneered at me, just because I was riding my way to the top of the social ladder already. I mean honestly diary…grow up. I know that's the reason why she stuck me with her. Ugh…
HER.
DIARY WHYYYYYYYY?
Her name is Alice? No…Alphoba…uh…Elphaba. That's it…Elphaba. She's so…so…
Green! I even called her an artichoke. My own personal favourite sass. Made me chuckle. Hehehe…where was I?
Oh yeah, she has horrendously hideous black straight hair; she wears drab, grey cotton dresses and man boots and she treats me like I'm an idiot. Well I'm sorry for not caring about the past. OZ! They didn't study about us why should we study about them? Huh? Perfectly reasonable I'd say. Besides, Dr. Dillamond has such a drab, droney voice and it was the first day! Who said we needed classes on the first day? It takes me an entire day just to unpack my matching, fabulous suitcases! Time wasted if you ask me diary.
Anyway I'd better skedaddle. She's glaring at me because I've still got the oil-lamp running and she wants to get her "required nine hours of sleep for class tomorrow". Gosh…what a fuddy-duddy.
Huff!
Toodles Diary
Galinda
xoxo
