A/N: I decided to start out with two drabbles. This one's not my favorite, but I suppose it's alright.
Forgotten
By The Enchanted Broomstick
Musicalverse
The other one. That's what they called me. A freak. A monstrosity. Not fit to be the governor's daughter.
During the day I would be sent to school from the backdoor of the mansion. I would be told to say that I'm Nessa's caretaker and not her sister. I would be told never to reveal my parentage.
During important dinners with government officials, I would be locked in my room. Perhaps that night I would get a bit of bread and cheese.
The crippled little angel daughter would get fawned over that night. Her father would get praised for what a lovely child he had raised, as she would smile and bat her eyes.
So sorry; they would say. That your first born died at birth.
You wish.
I was forgotten. During my whole childhood, Elphaba Thropp didn't exist.