My muse apparently likes End of Course studying more than fanfiction.
"I may leave a great impression
As I race through a succession
Of the latest crazes, chase the newest fad
I feel better when beguiling
Find that fashion keeps me smiling
But in my heart I know it's rather sad"
-My Strongest Suit (Reprise), Aida
Galinda glanced at the girl studying on the bed next to hers. Elphaba was bent over her book, hair falling like a curtain around her face.
Though she would never admit it, Galinda was deep down very jealous of Ms. Thropp. To live a life without worrying what others thought of you, to be able to deflect insults easily and smoothly. It was the mark of a much stronger character than her own.
She looked down at her own reading material, a magazine on the latest Ozian fashions and trends. It was shallow reading, garbage compared to the thick volumes of Elphaba's. Yet, as she flipped through the glossy pages to look at dress after beautiful dress, Galinda could pretend she enjoyed all of this. She might even convince herself that she was happy with her life.
However, when she dropped the cover, when she turned around to look in the mirror, there she really was. A girl wasting away her life pretending, always wearing a mask of happiness and contentment.
Galinda looked over at Elphaba again. Sometimes she wished she was hated for being who she was rather than loved for who she wasn't.
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