Elphaba and Galinda were sitting in their dormitory both writing to their parents Galinda's was something around the lines of:
Dearest Darlingest Momsy and Popsicle,
I hate it here at Shiz, I was rejected to Madame Morrible's Sorcery Seminar, and I was roomed with this green girl from down in the dumps. But, I know I have your support so I'll just have to go through with this.
With all the love I can muster,
Galinda Upland
Elphaba's letter would say something different, something sort of like:
My Dear Father,
There has been some confusion her at Shiz. But do not fret because Nessarose is in my care. You see me roommate isn't... were not... compatible. I only ask for your sympathy. I loathe her, she is vial, repulsive popular and... blond...
Your Daughter,
Elphaba Thropp
"I think we should at least try to get along." Elphaba said putting down her letter.
"No..." Galinda said blowing on her blue painted nails.
"You are impossible." Elphaba curled up on her bed and pulled a shiny bottle of green liquid out from under the depths of the sheets she twisted it gingerly in her hands and sighed.
"No, it's just impossible for us to get along..." Galinda stated matter-of-factly.
"It's simpler than that!" Elphaba said to the air staring at the textured white ceiling imaging patterns that weren't there.
"No your just simple!" Glinda answered rolling off the opposite bed and sauntering into the bathroom.
Elphaba harrumphed and sat up. "You could at least tell me about you..."
"I'm Galinda, I'm unhappy and I'm popular stuck hanging with the wrong lot!" Glinda called from the bathroom.
"Whatever." Elphaba sighed. Tossing the green liquid under her sheets.