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Here's a quick thing I did during class today, a bit of editing done when I copied it down on the computer. Enjoy!

5 years ago, I, Glinda Upland (of the Upper Uplands) watched my best friend Elphaba agonisingly get melted by a teenage girl. 5 years ago, the distance between good and evil grew even more blurred. The people I'd once seen as good had wicked intentions, and a poor "wicked" witch was the only one to see it.

Standing there as Oz's only leader, everything seemed wrong. I was at a microphone. I'd done this four times, I could surely do it again. A tear nearly dribbled down my cheek, so I wiped my face, and held in the pain and confusion.

"Citizens of Oz," I shakily said, but loudly, "5 years ago today, Dorothy Gale killed the ruthless Wicked Witches." Nessarose and Elphaba Thropp, I thought. Two innocent sisters. "We celebrate this, but we must take into account that-" I was about to clear their names, I realized, not hiding the truth. The promise, though, the one I had made five years ago today to Elphaba, echoed through my head.

"Glin, promise you won't try to clear my name," Elphaba said, so much pain swallowing her voice. I clutched the book Elphaba had given me, holding back tears.

"I promise," I reluctantly said. "Oh, Elphie…" Elphaba's face crumbled like a Ozbucks cookie.

"You were my only friend," Elphaba solemnly smiled, a tear tumbling down gracefully.

"And I've had so many…" I mumbled, and noticed Elphaba cry-laughing. "But only one that mattered." Standing there, before Elphaba, so weak, knowing what was to be done, I couldn't help but scream internally. I gazed into her eyes, and we sang. We sang until we heard footsteps.

"You have to hide! No one can know you were here!" Elphaba said, grabbing a sheet and hanging it. I sat down, the Grimmerie beside me, tucked away in the shadows. A silhouette. A scream. Oh, Elphie… I thought to myself, and flung back the curtain. The hat sat alone, so I picked it up.

"Miss Glinda?" Chistery handed me a small green bottle. Clutching the two objects I sobbed. Oh Goodness' sake! I had to tell them. But I couldn't break my promise. Not one I made with Elphie.

"-wickedness is an interesting term," I continued. Screw the promise! "Elphaba, the wicked witch, was born into an abused life. Her father blamed her for her sister, the Wicked Witch of the East, Nessarose's, disability. Then the two went to Shiz University. Madame Morrible took Elphaba in as her apprentice, and made Elphaba my roomate. We loathed each other." I couldn't help but smile. "I gave her the infamous hat she wore, and she requested I study magic with her in response to my kindness.

"That's how we got over our hatred and became best friends. But our goat professor, Dr. Dillamond, was fired, and that's where the trouble began. Elphaba and Madame Morrible were off to see the Wizard, and Elphaba invited me to go with them. So we went to the Emerald City. Once we arrived, the Wizard asked Elphaba to read a spell and make a monkey fly. Only it didn't float. It grew wings! So Elphaba fled, because they were going to use her, and they were hurting the animals. Elphaba was then announced as the Wicked Witch by the cruel Madame Morrible. Elphaba only had the best intentions for Oz, and I am here to say, that the Wicked Witch of the West," I bit my lip, "was innocent."

Gasps filled the audience, and I could see the people below beginning conversations.

"As for her sister, Nessarose, the reason she keep the Munchkins crowded in Munchkinland and forbidden to leave was to keep her caretaker and the man she loved Biq- er, Boq there, because Boq didn't really love poor Nessa," I explained, "I'm very sorry I didn't tell you sooner, but I had to promise Elphie- Elphaba, that I wouldn't clear her name. But time has passed, and I have thought about this for a long time now. I thought it was the right thing." Angry yells taunted me. Backlashing? I told them the truth!

"Miss Glinda, if you might wrap it up…" a guard nervously said into my ear.

"So I am afraid I cannot celebrate with you," I announced, "adéu."

I hurried away from the balcony, fleeing into the palace. But a familiar face greeted me, one I hadn't seen for so long. It was one never to be forgotten, it had such a lasting effect on me. A good one.

"Elphie."

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Note: If there are more messy parts note that I was trying to dodge being seen writing by my actually wicked Language Arts teacher