A/N: Thanks to all of those who have reviewed!They have been taken into account andare much appreciated. And sorry for the delay in posting this chapter, as, at some times, life gets in the way of our best laid plans.

With that said, here's...

6th Entry

I have really strange news, and even I'm still not sure of what happened. But I guess I should start from the beginning again, because otherwise nothing will make any sense.

I went to the party. Perhaps it was Galinda's complements that actually compelled me to go, or maybe I was curious as to what a party would be like, or maybe just for that same old reason, to look after Nessa. But I went, all the same.

When I arrived (about an hour late), wearing the hat Galinda gave me, everything stopped. The music stopped, people stopped dancing, and everyone stared at me. I'd swear that the room became several degrees colder. Under the pressure of those frosty glares, I wanted to run away as fast as I could. But, no, I thought, if you run, they'll just laugh. Then where will you be, Elphaba? And besides, what's to lose?

With a glare at Galinda, who, clutching her new training wand, looked absolutely mortified, I walked out to the center of the dance floor. I have absolutely no idea how to dance, and because there was no music going I couldn't make anything up. So I did what I knew how to do; I pretended I was casting a spell and made smooth, flowing arm movements and sways. Still, no one moved a muscle.

After a while, I guess Galinda's guilt got the better of her. She left her date, and dared to walk up to me. She seemed genuinely sorry, but frankly…I couldn't trust her, now, could I? "May I cut in?" she asked. I said nothing. She began imitating my movements, the arms, the swaying, to the point of perfection. Is it any surprise that I resumed the dance as well? I'm only human. I had my chance to fit in, and I took it. To my surprise the music started back up again and everyone joined in. Galinda just…has that influence on people.

And I think, at that moment, something…something of grew up between the two of us. I still didn't entirely trust Galinda, but there was definitely some kind of twisted tie between us two. I did her a favor, and she repaid me, but there was something more. Some sort of…companionship. It was a new, strange feeling. I looked at Galinda, "dancing" opposite me, and she looked so silly that I just had to smile. I'm pretty sure that she did too.

After we had been dancing for a few minutes, Galinda took my arm—yes, she actually dared to touch me—and pulled me over to her date. I assumed this must be the oh-so-scandalacious Fiyero. From experience, I know that people can't, and shouldn't, be judged by appearances, but what I (and probably most people, for that matter) first noticed about Fiyero Tiggular was that he was strikingly good-looking. Like I said, I'm only human.

So Galinda dragged me over to meet him. "Fiyero," she said, "this is my roommate, Miss Elphaba. And, uh, vice-versa," she concluded, with one of her usual hair-flips and a smile for Fiyero.

Fiyero looked me over, from strange pointed hat to combat boots, and gave a cordial "nice to meet you."

I didn't look him over. I just looked at his eyes. I always look at people's eyes when I first meet them; they can say so much. Usually, eyes hold some kind of fear or hatred when they regard me. His eyes just seemed...curious. No hostility. Which suprised me, really. It must be Galinda's effect. "Charmed," I said.

"Well, now that that's over, who's up for punch? Lemons and melons and pears tonight!" Galinda said, relieved that the two of us actually seemed to get along. Surprisingly, we stuck together and went to get our refreshments in our own little group—the Popular Girl, the Handsome Guy, and the Green Bean. In fact, Galinda wouldn't let me far out of her sight for the rest of the evening. I think she was afraid I would embarrass myself if I was left to my own devices. Or maybe that if we got separated people could come up and ask her "Why are you hanging out with that weirdo?" But this actually worked out to my benefit: people didn't shrink away from me. A couple of them even spoke to me. For once the attention I was getting wasn't negative. And it felt good.

I'm writing this on the carriage ride home. Galinda's still here. I thought she'd go back with Fiyero, but no. So far any conversation we've had has been a little awkward. I mean, what she did for me was great, but did she really mean something or was it just done out of pity? Or was this a trap, to lower my guard then set me up for another trick? I don't think she knows exactly what to make of me either.

As of yet, her attempts to start any kind of conversation with me have gone as such:

Her: "What do you think of Fiyero?"

Me: "He seems nice."

Her: "Yeah…"(pause) "He's a really good kisser, too."

Is it any wonder that we haven't done much talking since the dance?

More later,

Elphaba