Hi...
Okay, so just for your information, yes, I know I never really update. Maybe you should get used to that. I'm not going to make anymore promises… Anyways, I took Oscar's Letters down. I liked the idea of two stories that complete each other, but I couldn't understand myself anymore. So, because it became too difficult to let it all fit I took it down. Maybe I'll try such a thing later in my life.
So I've decided to take this further. I think it's fun to write this kind of stuff.
The planning for now is that I'll continue this story and A Brand New Musical too, maybe some one-shots on the way. Just so you know.
I still appreciate you all, whoever is reading.
Read back chapter one and keep guessing. Don't forget: Nothing is what it seems.
The Witch
The school bell rang, the students emerged from the classrooms. In the middle of the hallways walked an impressing figure for whom everyone stepped aside because there hung a scent of fear around this person. But you know what they say: where danger is, are people. And there were people, lots of them. You could divide them into three groups. However, they all feared her with great anxiety. There was a group of staring people, jaws dropped like hippos who were yawning. Another group throwing colorful curses at this person. The last group, if it deserved to be called a group, was an outcast. A group who simply admired her, the Witch.
She was a high A-student, mastering every single subject she had. There was to believe that she had a photographic mind, for there was no other explanation. She attended the sorcery class, which was given by the headmistress herself, Madame Morrible. Horrible Morrible, as she was often called. The old woman looked like a fish, her face was covered in make-up, her dress gave the fishining touch.
In short, the Witch and the Fish, they were a perfect match. Be aware, was the advice, wicked minds think alike.
"Elphie, wait!"
The young Witch whirled around, her black dress following after, "What the hell?"
"Elphie," it was one out of the 'admire-group', the bubbly blonde to be exact, clinging on her boyfriend's arm. "Fifi and I wanted to know if you'd like to join us for a cup of coffee."
"Keep your shit."
"Elphie!" The blonde screwed up her nose in disgust.
"I have a life science project to finish, sorcery, world geo and history," was the calm reply.
"So?"
"So, the answer is no. Now if you'll excuse me." The young Witch started to walk away but the blonde let go of her boyfriend, following the person in black.
"Damn it, Elphie!" she screeched.
"Sorry?" There was silence. They couldn't see it but the young Witch raised an eyebrow, eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Nothing, but Elphie, we insist you come with us. You always –"
"Fine."
"What?" the blonde and her boyfriend said in unison.
"I said 'fine'. You'll be rewarded for that curse." A smirk playing around the corners of her lips.
She had to admit, the coffee wasn't that bad, neither was the company. Normal persons would call them 'friends' but she simply couldn't. Her heart felt ice-cold, she always told people that she had no soul or whatsoever. Her appearance was shrouded in black. Elphaba Thropp, which was her real name, but she didn't bother being called the Witch, after all, she was a witch, was the daughter of the Governor of Munchkinland. She attended the Shiz university to take care of her crippled sister, the Governor's favorite child, Nessarose Thropp. Eminent Thropp sounded ridiculous in her ears, for she was sure Nessa would be the future Governor and not she.
"Elphie, have you even been listening?"
"Sorry, what was the question again?" Elphaba looked up, startled from her thoughts.
"What you want to become, later. Like your dream job," the Boyfriend said gently.
"What about being a Wicked Witch?"
"Don't say that Elphie... You're a witch, but you're wonderful, right Fifi?"
"Yes, absolutely Ozmazing."
"Okay," she rolled her eyes, "You two are exaggerating. What does this mean? Are you stalkers or what?"
"I don't know what this means..." the Blonde admitted.
This was getting awkward and Elphaba wanted to get out of there. Just before she wanted to announce her departure the Boyfriend asked a question which she did not like the slightest.
"Why are you always acting so cold, so harsh. Don't you see that we appreciate you?"
She looked up with ice-cold eyes, the boyfriend already regretting his question.
"Nothing is what it seems," she said with a flat voice.
The Witch rose to her feet, laid some money on the table and left.
"Elphaba?"
She froze, "Madame Morrible?"
"I'm sorry dearie, did I startle you?"
"No, no, I just didn't expect you here."
Elphaba was just about to unlock the door to her dorm room.
"Do you have a few seconds?"
"Sure."
She turned to face the old hag, which she totally disliked. The fact people thought she played in cahoots with the Fish disgusted her. She'd play dumb, she'd be her pawn, but when her time would come she'd get rid of her.
"Please be careful with those little friends of yours."
"They're not –" she protested.
"Fine, whatever they are, keep in mind what you are working for."
"Yes, Madame."
The old woman nodded and left. Elphaba opened the door, she was alone. There, in a room which was way too cold, she made up her mind. Elphaba and the Witch were one, and she'd chosen her destiny. The mirror made a dangerous sound, there she stood, the Witch.
Well, maybe you've changed your mind, the review button is willing to listen. ;)
