Chapter 3: Glinda the Good
Glinda was awoken the next morning by a ray of sunlight that penetrated through her window. She sighed happily when she realized that she fell back asleep after all, and this time it was dreamless.
She yawned and glanced outside and saw a bunch of Ozians standing together. "Sweet Oz!" She shrieked while realizing that the gathering crowd was for her. She quickly pulled on her best dress, and put on her matching tiara and grabbed her wand. Stifling a yawn, she got into her Bubble and rose into the air.
She steered her Bubble towards the crowd and plastered a fake smile across her face. As she decended, she said, "Fellow Ozians, this has been a time of terror and strife. But, yesterday at the 13th hour, the Wicked Witch of the West was killed by a bucket of water thrown by a female child."
She said this with as much enthusiasm as possible. Glinda thought, fortunately, that they were all too excited by the news of Elphaba's death that they didn't recognize the melancholy tone that her voice contained. As a cheer escaped from the crowd, Glinda cut them off. She wasn't ready to handle the celebration of Elphie's death just yet. She also told them, "The Wizard will be leaving today as well. He felt the strains of Wizardship was too much to handle."
Glinda tried to study all of the Ozians faces as she spoke this. She hoped that they all liked her enough to accept the news of their "great" leader's departure, and they'd allow her to be their new leader. Almost out of impulse, she said worriedly, "If you'd let me, I'd like to try to be Glinda the Good."