CHAPTER 1

No one mourns the wicked

Elphaba walked over to her dresser and pulled out her black leather covered journal. She sat down on her bed and flipped it open to the page she had last left off. It had been a rough day for her. But then again every day was a rough day for. She took out her quill and unscrewed the bottle of ink she had on her bedside table. She gently dipped the tip of her quill into the ink bottle and began scribbling in her journal.

Tuesday August 12, 1962

Today was the same as usual. Boring and predictable. I was aloud to clean Marria's room instead of Nessarosa's. As you can imagine it was much tidier then Nessarosa's. So since Marria's room was easier to clean I had majority of the afternoon off

She paused and looked out of her window. It was raining outside so she grabbed her things and moved over to the other side of the room incase her window flew open. It seemed to have a mind of it's own.

I still haven't received my Hogwarts letter yet. Nessarosa received hers almost two weeks ago. You would imagine me getting mine at the same time as she did. Oh well. It'll show up eventually. But still …Sometimes I wonder if there was a reason behind which why I haven't received my letter yet. Clearly I possess more powers than Nessarosa could ever even dream of.

"ELPHABA!" Marria yelled from the downstairs lobby. "Could you be a dear and come downstairs for a moment?"

Elphaba sighed and set her journal aside, leaving it open so that the ink could dry. She screwed the lid back on the bottle of ink and sat up and headed down stairs.

She walked into the lobby and saw Nessarosa sitting in her wheel chair. Raoul was sitting in his old worn armchair. It was a small room. They weren't exactly the richest family either. Their little home consisted of two bedrooms, one small lobby, a kitchen, and a little attic where Elphaba slept. Their bathroom was out on the side of the house in the old barn that Raoul used to play in when he was a child.

Marria walked in carrying a small tray with tea and muffins. She set it down on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.

"Could you be a dear and attend Nessarosa during her bath," said Marria smiling. "I want her to look nice and tidy while we're out at Diagon Alley."

"If I must," she said with a sigh while taking a bite of a banana muffin.

"Yes, you must," said Nessarosa in her usual bossy tone.

When Elphaba finished she stood up and whipped the crumbs from her blouse. She then walked over to Nessarosa and grabbed her wheel chair and began to wheel her towards the her bedroom.

"Be sure to where the pink my dear," said Marria taking a sip of her tea. "It does nothing but compliment your figure"

"Yes mother," she said smiling.

Elphaba rolled her out of the lobby and into Nessarosa's bright bedroom. This was really the only room in the house that looked at least descent. She pushed her up to her desk and went over to her closet to dig out the pink silky dress.

Nessarosa screamed. "You get your filthy green claws away from my dresses!" rolling herself over to the closet, she slapped Elphaba's hand and Elphaba quickly walked to the other side of the room before she did something she knew she would regret.

Nessarosa pulled the dress out of the closet and wheeled herself over to her bed. She neatly folded it and laid it down. She then rolled herself over to her dressing mirror and stood up with great difficulty, leaning against the nearby dresser for support.

Elphaba immediately walked over to her sister and helped her out of her baby blue dress. She untied all the strings on her corset and threw it on her bed. Why Nessarosa insisted on wearing them she had no clue. She was already skinnier than a stick. She went over to her dresser and pulled out a fresh corset. Then she walked back over to her sister and helped her get on the corset. She began to tie it and couldn't help but look at herself in the mirror.

Staring back at her were a pair of black eyes. Her eyes weren't a dark brown like a normal persons'. It was jet black. Her hair was shoulder length and just as dark as her eyes. And her skin…Her skin was the most abnormal skin ever. She couldn't even recall anyone who had a skin color close to hers. It wasn't brown. It wasn't perfectly pink like Nessarosa's. It wasn't black. It wasn't yellow. It wasn't red. It was green. Just plain old emerald green. But that green made just about everyone she met want to barf. It wasn't her fault that her skin color looked so diseased. It was Marria's. Her mother.

It was about ten years ago. She of course was still inside of her mothers womb. Her mother had been having a fling with a man named Boq while her father was out of town. So one night she and Boq were all alone and you can just guess what they doing. Boq offered her a glass of green wine. Marria stupidly accepted the drink.

So two months later she was born. In front of a crowd full of witches and wizards. They were all so shocked at her appearance. But who wouldn't be shocked by a green baby. Elphaba seems to think that it had something to do with the drink…

They offered no help for Marria. They left her and Elphaba's father lying on the curb. They called her the devils child. In their eyes she was wicked. No one mourns the wicked.

A/N: Elphaba's name is pronounced "elf-aba". just so y'all know. yes i'm southern and i'd like to thank my beta-reader AAZMANDIOUS! if any grammar or spelling mistakes slip past her, it's not my fault. it's all her. R&R PLZ!

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