Making people happy became more and more her joy not just others. To see the happiness in their eyes, the sparkles, the smiles, and warmth that swelled in her heart. Now enrolled in school, it didn't take long for the children to come with curiosity and judgement.

It was no mystery to Galinda how to go about it. Walking proud cheerful, making her way rather than making herself fit them. Soon she was fallowed, everyone was hanging on her every word. Galinda was a bit set back on this, she was always hold everyone's attention, but to not be surrounded by grown up, just teachers, and children it was quit a change.

Getting the good grades, approvals was no stranger but to do it constantly with no one to turn to for her own self was her first real test. When talk of her brother came up, she'd rely on reciting her parents, but of course with her own charm. Didn't take long for her brother's shadow to disappear, soon her shadow was the one she had to watch her back on.

Teachers we're usually easy to win over, do the work, avoid trouble really is all it took.

Haters usually never came to her face, when making remarks it was behind her back, made it easier on Galinda to ignore it, that's when Galinda figured the power of forgiveness. It wasn't hard, when she looked at them, it was no secret it came from their insecurities. I wish they could see their qualities, Galinda often thought to herself. Somehow Galinda could often see people as they were, but only when she wanted to see them, or was brave enough to make that effort.

But when confronted she always had an army of support behind her, always made her heart swell, pushing her to make them feel good and happy.

Thankfully she always remembered to look back and make sure she was happy too.

Having good grades, you'd think you'd see her in the library once or twice, but no. Books were ordered for her, and given freely to anyone who'd need it sooner or later when she wouldn't need it anymore. admiration, comments swarmed Galinda, but Galinda made golden rules in her mind. Humble, Generosity, Kindness, Compassion, most of all to maintain a good, positive impression over all.

Although she of course had her faults, she was a witty one. When confronted with sides, Galinda found it easier and better to be on the supposed good side. But good didn't always mean right. When laughter, teasing or insults were shot out to an outcast(s) it was easy to fire away, but still Galinda was by then wired to be careful and not cross the line. Only a few time when she did and was confronted, she somehow was able to dodge to accusations, with both her charms and wit. But that did not leave her without feeling some form of guilt, making her apologies or try to make it up to those she hurt.

Galinda loved fashion, and singing dancing! Being in theater she always manages to steal all hearts. Loud and proud! But soon it became less and less as she got older, when confronting the question, what was she to do when she grew up? Naturally she'd take on her role as her high born state role, but she didn't want her mother's life. Marriage? Yes, of course. But she didn't want to stop there. Soon she saw it while in science, when learning on the many scientific ways that's been put into Emerald City.

Yes, that's where her future was!

A States women maybe? Once even she dared to think of doing the rare art of magic!

But is that to be? Galinda was still young, but magic and helping spreading love cheer filled her mind and heart with joy!

Galinda knew she wasn't really a princess, but her father was a well known, and liked politician, a real feat of itself. Every New Years at the annual party held in a politician's home, a different one's manor, castle, or country house was everyone's excited destination as to who was to host the party. Into the first year of middle school it was there Galinda was old enough or perhaps mature enough to notice her father's skills and admiration in action.

She always assumed she had acquired her charms from her beautiful golden haired mother, but really it was from her father's key to his successful yet temperament with working with both heads of society and the people they led and run. The glue to close the uncomfortable gap between the classes.

Sitting upon a soft cushioned sofa placed on the terrace of the host's country house, sipping tea as the grown ups sat around gossiping, sharing stories and laughing, it wasn't until her father's turn to share was when it hit her.

Whatever he said, whatever he did, his mannerism was humbled, but proud, dignitaries or servants were all looking and respectfully listening intently. Was it a mirror, being an outsiders view that revealed to Galinda? This wasn't just expected being part of the family, it was everyone's job. Galinda thought long and hard while studying the other politicians emotions, actions, and masks.

It wasn't enough to be well liked, her father was playing off them as well. He knew who was listening, and who believed in what, and why. Watching everyone, Galinda was suddenly shaken to realize she wasn't watching herself.

Feeling overwhelmed Galinda, was able to leave the group fanning a headache. It was often the perfect excuse to get away from a situation one doesn't want to be in. Learnt from watching her mother when politics got a bit too harsh at formal affairs creating a door to escape, even for her father. Galinda's parents weren't just parents, but real partners. Mother was a lady but wasn't just there as part of the set as excepted in high born families, but that could also be part of the image as well.

Women politicians weren't anything new, but to be a female married to one often was frowned due to having influence over possible personal reasonings. But with her brother gone, it was now up to Galinda to take on the family title. Often talks were divided on weather she'd marry and her husband would take on the job, or she would take the job on herself. It was still pretty early to even think on the matter, and her father was well and plenty of years ahead of him. Galinda had years to even consider taking on the job. But Galinda wasn't too sure.

However Galinda did know her life was calling her to the Emerald City. Though she's never been there, she always knew in her gut that was her destiny. She didn't know how though, planning parties, helping friends with personal small matters was nothing. But to negotiate, and face people with opposite opinions were unthinkable, never had she had to do that. It was also dangerous, what if you get on the wrong side, and when on the wrong side, your not doing yourself any favors.

After being led to a small less crowded hall, sitting upon a chair that stood against the wall, given a fan to cool herself down, is when she noticed a pamphlet on a small Ozean table with the recognizable Emerald City Magazine logo on it, Galinda picked it up with delight.

Not long, coming across a certain page was a portrait drawling of the Tigelaar Family who lived in Vinkus. Galinda's eyes widened at them. Lord Tigelaar, Lady Tigelaar, there three sons, and two daughters. Looking at the youngest son, Galinda felt something shift in her. Looking in the descriptions, seeing the boys name was Prince, Fiyero Tigelaar. He was so beautiful, Galinda thought to herself. She didn't want to look at anything else but the boy who took her breathe away.

With the party coming to a close, Galinda was found still sitting starring into the Emerald City Magazine. Thankfully her parents were too tired to take notice of their awestruck daughter, simply led her to their waiting carriage.

Watching the snow gently fall, Galinda clutched to the magazine she had been looking at, she didn't set it down, or anything. Not that anyone really noticed, her parents and a servant were resting, as Galinda sat quietly watching the outside world with a dream swirling around in her head. The servant who was sitting next to her had assumed she already has fallen asleep due to the calm atmosphere about the night and carriage.

Back in school Galinda didn't bother finding a boyfriend, before the party with few populars and barely any cute guys, it wasn't necessary for her. Already being naturally popular made no reason to scurry or worry, letting the girls fight and compete was alright with her. But now it was definitely because no one caught her eye, not like the boy in that illustrated picture.

Every month the Oz Magazine would come in full of the latest Fashions, and politics, and news happening in Oz, and with every year more and more scandalous stories came from parties, about half would be about Fiyero. From throwing cakes, splashing gin onto the guest causing much chaos, the love struck Galinda didn't care.

If only she could meet him, he'd surely fall instantly in love with her. Why wouldn't he?! Everyone loves her, she's never failed to get what she wants, and she wants him to have eyes for her.

With having watched plenty of boys and reading on other scandals, and books, Galinda knew weather she was smart or not didn't matter, she had what they all would want anyways. Money, a title, good family background, and she was pretty. Also Galinda knew she was clever. Clever enough to whip out any possible competition. So the only problem was she couldn't just go and meet him, also he was often sent here and there according to the stories due to bad behavior or something he did wrong.

Although Galinda didn't see what he did was so bad. Yes causing chaos at parties and official gatherings weren't very good, but he always never did anything really bad, Galinda noted. He never hurt anybody, he never caused any real damage, all he really was, was just a rebel who was probably bored. With no claim to his father's estate, or title why would he care for what his image was?

Know all this furthered her dream to go live in the Emerald City, because there more than likely she could run into him, meet him. The very idea always made Galinda so cheery and happy. Which made her focus even more on her studies and image, her grades were always good, and she had to give her parents reason to let her go make something of herself in the Emerald City. She didn't know how, but she knew she was going to do it. Somehow.