"Time to get ready for class, Galinda." Elphaba was jumpy, unlike herself, she packed her bag, a big brown leather satchel, with every book.
"Why are you so jumpy"
"Today I start work for Doctor Dillamond!" She had just remembered that Elphaba was starting to work for the old goat, Dillamond. The last week of school drained all energy out of her, at just the thought. ELphaba grabbed a bag of toasted wallnuts. Even though she was very odd, she loved to make delicious food. Galinda had ignored her sweet smeeling aromas for the whole year. Now, they were simply a little thing, like a lamp or a painting. Without the smell, she wouldn't be home. She was finding work for the summer, as she needed to be cose to the Emerald City just to find peace. Gilkin was nice and all, she just felt better with the screaming and loud adultery at night. Like if one were to die, it would not be her. She would come home on summer eves, when she was only fourteen. Her parents would ask, and talk about her and her love life. She would lie about some hot and bothered boy her age, that crawled into her love life, and was soon gone. She had only ever dated two boys. The first one, she had no attraction to anything. He kissed her on the cheek it was great, until his pants rose. She was gone in three minutes. He didn't ever talk to her again. The second had been a daft young boy, only a few years back. Now, she was so confused. He looked like a girl, with his long hair, so kissing him, was like kissing the girl of her dreams. Then, Shensen. She had known her for most of her life. It all started a warm summer evening. They were about to eat dinner together. Shensen, who couldn't cook, had made a pink cupcake for the event, her birthday. She was turning 17 a few weeks before dear old Shiz was to be explored. Her rusty hair was belowing in the sweet apricot wind. It was like Lurlina herself had arose, just to make her dreams great. That night, she couldn't sleep thinking about her love. It was a meer crush, that fell over, when she caught Shensen naked with some servant on their first night in the Shiz dorms. Then, she met Elphaba.
Elphaba had been their. Not a sense of help, but in a sense of always being their, never having to fall asleep alone, which Galinda simply hated. She stayed her distance, until she began to analize. Elphaba. The green girl, confused with all. Sexuality, most certanly. 'I don't dress for the boys.' She simply dressed, so she would go unoticed, and die alone. Galinda was there to stop this. She saw her smooth black hair. Her fine hidden curves, bitter lips, that were just begging for a kiss. A little affection. A little love. Those who need love the most, always hide behind a mask. A real mask. A mask of sadness. A wall blocking out all noise, all disruption of self pity or loathing. A horrible paradox. A horrible fate. Love. Oh, how Elphaba hated the word with everything she had. What did it mean? It was the only true paradox. If you are in love you don't know the description, to know love, you must be in it. Love was just a forgotten word in the vocabulary. She wouldn't commit to anyone, or try."Trying leads to heartbreak. Heartbreak leads to longing, and as I am a rolling stone in the yard of pebbles, there's no one to trust." Her favorite quote. Not because it was a poem she could relate to. It was because the complexity. What did it mean? Did it mean that he was just to fat to be with the others, or does it have a meaning to equality? She would keep herself up, wondering. She, unlike her companion, wasn't sure if she felt that way, for her, for anyone. Still, as a young girl, adult things sounded like a thing she would love. She really was wired like a witch. She wanted someone who would come the same time, every day, or once a week, and then they would undress, and have an hour. Not what Galinda wanted. She waed a relationship, where lovey notes were exchanged, and maybe never get to 'knocking boots'. That was foolish thinking, because she knew that Galinda loved the intimidating idea of it. Yet, was self to indimidated by the idea. She had imagined it being like a violent pleasure for the male side, and the female side, just a way to have children. She put that idea off mind, because now she had drifted into her first job interview. An old lady sat and picked at a book's spine. Her eyes veered off of the book, onto the young girl.
"Well, come along, curls! We have limited time!" She almost wished she had stayed home. For Elphaba. She thought that over again. For the green girl. The old lady, looked like she could fall over dead at any time. "You need this job. I am on my deathbed, and ca no longer keep the shop. Keep it every summer. My daughter will protect it in the school year. Promise me, curls, that you will protect the shop until you are like me. About to die. You will work for almost nothing. But this shop repays you in other ways." She grabbed her chest, and Galinda had to carry her over to the bed in the room next to that one. The old maden lay huffing for her last breaths.
"Have you not a husband, or a name?"
"I am a maiden, and my name is Marcie. I go by Lurlina. Need information, the key in on the desk, the chest is hard to find." She fell back dead. Galinda sat, crying over some woman she had never met before. Lurlina had passed. She heard steps outside. What she thought was Marcie's daughter entered. She fell on the chair next to Galinda.
"Oh, mother. I will mourn you until I am to pass. I am here now, and promise to love the shop. Goodnight, Lurlina." She loked at Galinda who wiped a tear. She must have thought how horrible it was for this girl to have heard the last words of her mother, but not only that, also cry as if she had known her all her life. "Well. I supose I should introduce myself. I am Galinda Upland. A Gilkin girl. I met your mother, her dying words were a promise. A promise to keep the shop when it becomes summer again. Atleast until I worked it out farther."
"Okay. There shall be no discussion. A maiden's dying breath is as holy as the breath of Lurlina. Now follow orders. See you again in a week. Glinda, Galinda, whatever." The daughter bent over the dead body of Lurlina. Galinda thought, Lurlina was a holy name, and to use it in such a nickname way, startled her unionist roots.
"I will be there. But first, I want to take you to a cup tea. Or a danish. Or maybe a walk through the holy grounds. A blessing for her soul."
"I would love to do all those things. I must get the funeral organized." She snifled. Galinda walked along, feeling she had used enough of the broken womans time for one day.
"Remember, healing is slow, scars are forever." She nodded and left. Galinda, though not knowing it at the time, was going to be changed forever. As soon as she got out of the shop, she saw the name. Magic and More. Such a wonderful title. The shop did change you. Even though it wasn't bright pink, with a nice undertone of another color, green, it was beautiful. The nicknaks in every window had a story. For every person they might have been different. What would one see when looking at the tree dolls? She, at the moment, say all of her life. All the loathing, frustration, pain. They were hidden behind the pink doll. Her. The blue doll, had a frock, it was nice. It reminded herof sweet blueberries. Like her mothers cakes. Childhood. She walked home, almost to tears. Lurlina had passed, with her. A person's final breaths are more important than the first. It is the ending. Of something bad? Good? Maybe just a chapter through the eternity of never ending soul travel. How deep she was thinking. It had brought her to be very hungry. She looked for a tranquil little cafe. After wandering for what seemed like an eternity, she found it. Auntie Susan's Soups. And, normally, she would have pranced in, ordering the most expensive thing, eating a bit, and throwing it out, infront of a family sharing a bowl of soup. She had no regrets, and was as sheltered as a young child. This evening she barely ate anything, as she had almost trained her stomach to repel most foods in human amounts. The family, with little to eat recieved the rest, along with some coins to last. She hadn't been changed forever, but for the moment, she had been set back to a humble version of Galinda Upland. Her normal self would soon emerge. She walked home, and got a drink for Elphie and herself. The nights and days went slow, up to the last hour of the last class.
"Why are you so jumpy"
"Today I start work for Doctor Dillamond!" She had just remembered that Elphaba was starting to work for the old goat, Dillamond. The last week of school drained all energy out of her, at just the thought. ELphaba grabbed a bag of toasted wallnuts. Even though she was very odd, she loved to make delicious food. Galinda had ignored her sweet smeeling aromas for the whole year. Now, they were simply a little thing, like a lamp or a painting. Without the smell, she wouldn't be home. She was finding work for the summer, as she needed to be cose to the Emerald City just to find peace. Gilkin was nice and all, she just felt better with the screaming and loud adultery at night. Like if one were to die, it would not be her. She would come home on summer eves, when she was only fourteen. Her parents would ask, and talk about her and her love life. She would lie about some hot and bothered boy her age, that crawled into her love life, and was soon gone. She had only ever dated two boys. The first one, she had no attraction to anything. He kissed her on the cheek it was great, until his pants rose. She was gone in three minutes. He didn't ever talk to her again. The second had been a daft young boy, only a few years back. Now, she was so confused. He looked like a girl, with his long hair, so kissing him, was like kissing the girl of her dreams. Then, Shensen. She had known her for most of her life. It all started a warm summer evening. They were about to eat dinner together. Shensen, who couldn't cook, had made a pink cupcake for the event, her birthday. She was turning 17 a few weeks before dear old Shiz was to be explored. Her rusty hair was belowing in the sweet apricot wind. It was like Lurlina herself had arose, just to make her dreams great. That night, she couldn't sleep thinking about her love. It was a meer crush, that fell over, when she caught Shensen naked with some servant on their first night in the Shiz dorms. Then, she met Elphaba.
Elphaba had been their. Not a sense of help, but in a sense of always being their, never having to fall asleep alone, which Galinda simply hated. She stayed her distance, until she began to analize. Elphaba. The green girl, confused with all. Sexuality, most certanly. 'I don't dress for the boys.' She simply dressed, so she would go unoticed, and die alone. Galinda was there to stop this. She saw her smooth black hair. Her fine hidden curves, bitter lips, that were just begging for a kiss. A little affection. A little love. Those who need love the most, always hide behind a mask. A real mask. A mask of sadness. A wall blocking out all noise, all disruption of self pity or loathing. A horrible paradox. A horrible fate. Love. Oh, how Elphaba hated the word with everything she had. What did it mean? It was the only true paradox. If you are in love you don't know the description, to know love, you must be in it. Love was just a forgotten word in the vocabulary. She wouldn't commit to anyone, or try."Trying leads to heartbreak. Heartbreak leads to longing, and as I am a rolling stone in the yard of pebbles, there's no one to trust." Her favorite quote. Not because it was a poem she could relate to. It was because the complexity. What did it mean? Did it mean that he was just to fat to be with the others, or does it have a meaning to equality? She would keep herself up, wondering. She, unlike her companion, wasn't sure if she felt that way, for her, for anyone. Still, as a young girl, adult things sounded like a thing she would love. She really was wired like a witch. She wanted someone who would come the same time, every day, or once a week, and then they would undress, and have an hour. Not what Galinda wanted. She waed a relationship, where lovey notes were exchanged, and maybe never get to 'knocking boots'. That was foolish thinking, because she knew that Galinda loved the intimidating idea of it. Yet, was self to indimidated by the idea. She had imagined it being like a violent pleasure for the male side, and the female side, just a way to have children. She put that idea off mind, because now she had drifted into her first job interview. An old lady sat and picked at a book's spine. Her eyes veered off of the book, onto the young girl.
"Well, come along, curls! We have limited time!" She almost wished she had stayed home. For Elphaba. She thought that over again. For the green girl. The old lady, looked like she could fall over dead at any time. "You need this job. I am on my deathbed, and ca no longer keep the shop. Keep it every summer. My daughter will protect it in the school year. Promise me, curls, that you will protect the shop until you are like me. About to die. You will work for almost nothing. But this shop repays you in other ways." She grabbed her chest, and Galinda had to carry her over to the bed in the room next to that one. The old maden lay huffing for her last breaths.
"Have you not a husband, or a name?"
"I am a maiden, and my name is Marcie. I go by Lurlina. Need information, the key in on the desk, the chest is hard to find." She fell back dead. Galinda sat, crying over some woman she had never met before. Lurlina had passed. She heard steps outside. What she thought was Marcie's daughter entered. She fell on the chair next to Galinda.
"Oh, mother. I will mourn you until I am to pass. I am here now, and promise to love the shop. Goodnight, Lurlina." She loked at Galinda who wiped a tear. She must have thought how horrible it was for this girl to have heard the last words of her mother, but not only that, also cry as if she had known her all her life. "Well. I supose I should introduce myself. I am Galinda Upland. A Gilkin girl. I met your mother, her dying words were a promise. A promise to keep the shop when it becomes summer again. Atleast until I worked it out farther."
"Okay. There shall be no discussion. A maiden's dying breath is as holy as the breath of Lurlina. Now follow orders. See you again in a week. Glinda, Galinda, whatever." The daughter bent over the dead body of Lurlina. Galinda thought, Lurlina was a holy name, and to use it in such a nickname way, startled her unionist roots.
"I will be there. But first, I want to take you to a cup tea. Or a danish. Or maybe a walk through the holy grounds. A blessing for her soul."
"I would love to do all those things. I must get the funeral organized." She snifled. Galinda walked along, feeling she had used enough of the broken womans time for one day.
"Remember, healing is slow, scars are forever." She nodded and left. Galinda, though not knowing it at the time, was going to be changed forever. As soon as she got out of the shop, she saw the name. Magic and More. Such a wonderful title. The shop did change you. Even though it wasn't bright pink, with a nice undertone of another color, green, it was beautiful. The nicknaks in every window had a story. For every person they might have been different. What would one see when looking at the tree dolls? She, at the moment, say all of her life. All the loathing, frustration, pain. They were hidden behind the pink doll. Her. The blue doll, had a frock, it was nice. It reminded herof sweet blueberries. Like her mothers cakes. Childhood. She walked home, almost to tears. Lurlina had passed, with her. A person's final breaths are more important than the first. It is the ending. Of something bad? Good? Maybe just a chapter through the eternity of never ending soul travel. How deep she was thinking. It had brought her to be very hungry. She looked for a tranquil little cafe. After wandering for what seemed like an eternity, she found it. Auntie Susan's Soups. And, normally, she would have pranced in, ordering the most expensive thing, eating a bit, and throwing it out, infront of a family sharing a bowl of soup. She had no regrets, and was as sheltered as a young child. This evening she barely ate anything, as she had almost trained her stomach to repel most foods in human amounts. The family, with little to eat recieved the rest, along with some coins to last. She hadn't been changed forever, but for the moment, she had been set back to a humble version of Galinda Upland. Her normal self would soon emerge. She walked home, and got a drink for Elphie and herself. The nights and days went slow, up to the last hour of the last class.
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