Chapter 2: Differences in the Deep
"Any news from Munchkinland?" Solita asked a boy that sat in the cafeteria reading 'Daily Oz'. He gave her a strange look.
"Munchkinland? Are you kidding? Nothing exciting happens there." He laughed in her face.
Snatching the paper from his hands she sat down on the bench next to him and began reading. He was correct. No news from Munchkinland. "There's still time." She said to herself skimming through the pages.
"Just more new about the Wicked Witch of the West." The boy shivered as he said the green woman's known title. "There's an article on your mother on page 3." He mentioned.
"I saw." She said coldly beginning to read an update on the wickedness which had began to devour Oz.
"Man. Just to see Glinda the Good would be a dream-come true. I can't imagine what it's like to be related to her." He then snatched the paper back
"Qor! I was reading that!" Solita shouted coldly staring the boy down with her dark brown eyes which intimidated those who looked upon them.
Qor didn't seem to notice. Being her only friend at Shiz he grew immune to her 'charming' ways. "So was I."
"But it was addressed to me." She snatched it back from him once more. "Mail thief." She muttered brushing away a medium brown curl which hung loosely on her forehead.
Qor casually placed his hands on his head and leaned back a bit on the bench. "You and Glinda are nothing alike you know. She hasn't one ounce of evil running through her veins. Yet you," He let out a laugh before continuing. "You are rarely happy and you never think of anyone else but yourself."
"Wrong on 2 counts." She muttered.
"What do you mean?" Qor questioned Solita.
"Ga-" She stopped herself from using Glinda's former name. "Glinda may come off publicly as a sweet head figure but…" She couldn't find the words to finish her sentence. She looked into the pale eyes of Qor as he waited eagerly to hear about his favorite celebrity. Qor admired Glinda, and in a way had a little crush on her. How could Solita tell Qor that the woman he so admired was as cold towards her younger daughter as Solita was to those around her. "Things aren't always as they appear."
"No kidding." Qor let out a humph. "You must take after your father."
Solita nodded in agreement. "Not that I knew my father anyways."
Solita looked back on her childhood. It sucked overall. She could always remember her mother's saddened face every time Glinda looked at her. Solita had always wondered why she brought her mother so much sadness.
Then, when Solita began to tie her own shoes, she was shipped off to boarding schools. Then eventually Shiz University.
"So, when did you last talk to the Good Witch. I know I mail my parents daily." Qor began to question again.
"I was five." Solita answered dully. "And I'm looking forward to my parentless 17th birthday next week."
Qor then had his daily epiphany. "12 years. That doesn't sound like something Glinda the Good would do. Elpheba the Wicked maybe."
"Would make more sense."
"And the second count?"
"What?"
Qor nudged her. "You said I was wrong on two counts."
"Right. Well." She tried to remember the second count. "I do think of others, other than myself. That's why I'm going to Munchkinland." She decided.