Veronika Green: I know I know. I need to start using the spell-checker. I am just terrible at spelling. I am going to try and use a spell checker more often. And on your story (which I love) are you going to be changing around the ending or are you just filling in the blanks?

sesshomarubsessed: Wow! Don't kill yourself over giving me ideas. But I love them all. I do believe I will stick one or two in here within the next few chapters. I will inform you when I do and I will credit the idea to you.

Entry 14

Another week since I last wrote and few things have changed around Shiz.

To Elphaba and mine relief, Galinda failed to get reservations at the OzDust Ballroom. How she failed, I don't know. But Galinda being Galinda, she did not let her celebration party idea for Elphaba get killed like that. She and her friends are now planing for a dance party in one of the convention halls in Shiz. She was able to get one of those for the night. Although Galinda has been complaining about the color of the walls and the carpet, so we'll see where this goes.

I have still, not told Elphaba my feeling for her. She is not letting me. Even since that day in her room, she has been avoiding me at all costs. She takes a longer way to her classes, she will not even look at me in class, and if I do manage to bump into her, she pretends as if I am not there or as if she does not know me.

Who I have bumped into a few times is Nessarose, Elphaba's younger sister (by two or three years) who is in the wheelchair. Three days ago, while trying to follow Elphaba from her Language class to her dorm, I ended up lithely falling over Nessarose. Or not as much falling over as crashing into her chair and almost pushing her out of it. My mother always reminded me that can't go charging around like a wildebeest everywhere I go.

"Ahhhhh!" She screamed as I gathered myself and help her from falling out of her chair.

"Ness...Nessarose, I am so, so, so sorry! Are you okay?" She looked at me with wide eyes, as if not believing that I was next to.

"Yes. I am okay...Prince..."

"Fiyero. You can forget the "prince." I was not feeling in a princy mood (when am I these days) and I was the one who had to be apologizing and talking.

"I better be getting back to my dorm...Fiyero." She began wheeling herself away, but me, wanting to help her and maybe, get a chance to see Elphaba (she s very protective of Nessarose, the same way my mother was protective of Lene and me) I ran up to her and offered to wheel her back to her room. Her reaction when I offered, was quite shocked, but as soon as I started pushing her towards her room, she calmed down. Nessarose's room is connected to Madam Morrible's and she shares it with two other disabled students. I don't really know why I did it. Most likely it was because I wanted to (as I said before) to see Elphaba, but I guess I was doing a random good deed, and that is always good.

After arriving at her room, (Elphaba was not there and neither were either of her roommates) I opened the door for her and she thanked me.

"Hey, uh Nessarose, would you mind telling Elphaba that I am looking for her and I need to talk to her when you see her?" I don't know if it was my imagination, or at that moment did Nessarose glance over to the side of the room, avoiding me. My eyes, at that point fell down to Nessarose's feet. Until that moment, I had never relized that Nessarose has a pair

"Yes. I will tell her you stopped by...and that you want...need to speak with her. Thank you for pushing me up to my room Fiyero." She then wheeled herself in the room and then shut the door behind herself. I walked back to my own dorm room, defeated. I don't know whether or not Elphaba was behind the door on, but Nessarose knows that Elphaba does not want to see or talk to me. Defeated, I walked back to my own dorm room, only to be meet outside the doorby Galinda, Shen Shen and Pfanne. The three started chirping and chittering about the party for Elphaba like a flock of peacocks do when matting. Galinda then, began talking about clothing and everything like that. I was then pushed out of the room by the girls and ushered down to get a better look at the convenction hall. Then the girls forgot about me and started discussing what Galinda should wear to the party. I left at that point. It was easy. A herd of hyenas could of pounded away from that trio of vultures and not of been heard at all.

I just don't get how Galinda can be so obsessed with her looks and her clothing. She is more obsessive with her looks then ahsiegs in Kaptio do! And they look beautiful for a living! They are dancers and entertainers and serve as dates for the men who don't have one. And yet, Galinda is more picky about her looks than Sri is!

Looking at the stars from my window I am now remembering an ancient saying about life and the small time we each have to live life. Nosra Nahtanoj was aheader when he once just walked into the palace and told my great-great-great-great grandfather (I think that is correct) and told him the now famous saying "Forget regret, or life is yours to miss. No other road. No other way. No day but today."

Fiyero

I have a disclaimer on this chapter. The lyrics in the last paragraph belong to Jonathan Larson, the creater of "RENT." They do not belong to me.