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I just had to do it. I had to write from Dorothy's point of view. Sorry.
~b.a.
Dorothy's POV
I awoke to pink light streamed in on my face, making it pleasantly warm. I blinked and sat up. Miss Glinda's room was beautiful.
Toto was curled up in the crook of my legs and I patted him gently. I felt happier than I had been in years. I was back in Oz! And I would see my friends soon and everything will be as it should be!
I opened the door and stepped out of bed. I was in one of Glinda's frilly nightdresses and it was slightly too big for me.
I noticed a note taped to and enormous bubble shaped mirror.
Dorothy,
We have an appearance at the Emerald City today to celebrate your return to Oz, and the fifth anniversary of the death of the Wicked Witch of the West.
Ring the bell that is on the door and Shena will come and do your hair and makeup. Your dress and ruby slippers are on the armchair.
We will be having brunch with the Mayor of Munchkinland, dinner with the King of the Vinkus and a party with the Citizens of Emerald City.
The Tin Man and Lion will meet you after brunch.
Oh, and please, leave Toto here. The munchkins find him frightening.
Glinda the Good
Dress? I looked for my brown homespun, but instead found a silver strapless ballgown, with ruby sequins to match the ruby slippers. I went back to the mirror and looked myself over.
My face was still sallow and I was pathetically frail looking. I wondered how this Shena would make me look anything like Glinda.
I strode over to the door and rang the bell. Immediately, the servant, Shena, flung open the door, grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the makeup table. As she did my hair, I looked over Glinda's desk. I knew I probably shouldn't have but Shena was taking forever on my hair.
A little green bottle caught my eye. Shena had gone to get the curlers, so I was alone. I grabbed it and read the label.
"Miracle Elixir," it read, in an elegant green font.
Why would Glinda have this? I wondered. The door the the bathroom opened and Shena emerged, her arms full of curlers and makeup trays. I replaced the bottle and folded my hands on my lap.
It seemed to take hours but Shena finally declared herself done and swiveled the stool.
I gasped.
My cheeks and eyes were still sunken, but the effect made me look mature, more like a brave heroine than a scared child. My lips were the color of a ripe strawberry and my cheeks were rosy. My dark hair was slightly wavy and reached to my waist. It was shiny and full.
"Wow, Thank you, Shena!" I gasped, touching my cheek to make sure it was really my face. Shena dipped her head and left the room, to allow me to get dressed.
I slipped into the ballgown and slid my feet into the delicate ruby slippers. I turned and looked at myself fully in the mirror.
A completely different girl stood in front of me. I was equally as beautiful as Glinda, but in a different way. Softer.
I was no longer the timid, Dorothy Gale of Kansas. I felt braver than I ever had, as if I could melt a thousand Wicked Witches at once. I was Dorothy, Heroine of Oz, Melter of Witches.
I was someone Aunt Em and Uncle Henry could be proud of.
All my life, I had been compared to my mother.
Oh, Dorothy, why can't you be sensible like Laura. She never slacked off on her chores.
Dorothy, your mother was civilized, why won't you stop running around like a boy and do your sewing?
Laura never picked fights with the neighbors, I don't see why Dorothy can't get along with Ms. Gulch.
Well, Aunt Em, if you could only see me now.
My internal ranting was interrupted by Glinda, who entered the room, holding something behind her back. She looked troubled, but when she saw me staring, smiled a forced smile.
"I got you something," she said brightly. She covered my eyes and placed something on my head. "Now look."
A silver and ruby crown sat perfectly on my reddish-brown curls. On the apex, in rubies, was the word "OZ."
"Oh, Glinda," I breathed. "Thank you."
