Note: I don't own Wicked or the characters...You get the picture.
Anyway, this fanfic was an idea I had after watching some cooking shows. I know it's freaky. You can probably guess by the title. Well, on with the story!
It all started in the halls of Shiz. A new semester meant that the students were changed into different classes. Some jumped for joy about the changes posted on the bulletin board, while others groaned. And today for Elphaba, Galinda, Boq, and Fiyero, it was DEFINITELY a time to do a group groan.
"Why me?" Elphaba groaned.
"I know what you mean." Fiyero added.
"Of all of the classes Shiz has to offer..." Boq groaned.
"What could be worse than cooking with Madame Morrible?" Elphaba groaned.
Cooking class was not a very good class to be in. You see, the teacher was Madame Morrible, and not many liked the idea of the short-fused woman teaching how to cook. And to make matters worse, she assigned groups to make something for an overall grade.
"Well, it can't be that bad." Galinda said, trying to raise their spirits. "I mean, at least we don't have to take too many notes, right?"
"That is great and all..." Elphaba replied. "But COME ON! Madame Morrible is probably the meanest person in Oz!"
"I agree." Boq stated. "I'd rather join the Chess Club."
The four sighed.
"Well, starting tomorrow, our dreams have become one huge nightmare." Elphaba sighed.
