Chapter 3

A/N: I am SO sorry that I haven't updated! I've been very busy lately, and started chapter 3, but never got to finish it; I do many extra-cirriculars at school, and they're very time consuming. I finally finished it, so enjoy! Oh, and THANK YOU for your reviews! I appreciate each and every one of them; please keep it up!

Dorothy looked around at all the different girls, terror filling her heart. They all looked so much older than her, she knew she'd be unable to fool them into thinking she was a college student.

She and Elphaba hadn't received a very warm welcome. People noticed Elphaba first, and judged her quickly. Elphaba smiled at them, and tried to start conversation, only to get the cold shoulder in return. Dorothy tried to talk to them, but they judged her by her being with Elphaba. It was definitely not a good start to things.

Soon after, Dorothy met Elphaba's younger sister, Nessarose. The Wicked Witch of the East. Glinda had told her that only bad witches were ugly. Perhaps Glinda was wrong, Dorothy thought. Nessa was beautiful, however, confined to a wheelchair. Elphaba's father had wheeled Nessa into the Entrance Hall, and barely noticed Elphaba and completely and utterly failed to notice Dorothy. He then presented Nessa with a gift: Jeweled Shoes. Completely identical to the Ruby Slippers, but silver.

Dorothy's heart leapt out to Elphaba, who watched as Nessa fussed over her beautiful, new shoes. Her father hadn't even given her a kiss goodbye. Dorothy couldn't believe that her father would shun her because of her skin color; he couldn't possibly be that cruel, could he?

Dorothy then glanced down at her feet...she noticed the slippers were gone, and somehow, her feet had guided themselves back to her plain black shoes that she'd had prior to her arrival.

As Dorothy surveyed the room for the umpteenth time, her eyes fell upon what appeared to be the word "perfect" personified. This girl was flawless. She was wearing the most beautiful, pearly white suit, with a matching pocketbook. She had long locks of blonde hair, and two twinkling blue eyes. She was lounging on one of her many luggage pieces, and many others were doing the same. They all seemed to be laughing and having a good time.

Though this was Dorothy's first encounter with this flawless girl, she looked undeniably familiar. Nobody in Kansas looked like that; there were no young adults in Kansas, only the middle-aged or beyond.

Just as Dorothy was going to talk to Elphaba about the perfect girl, she heard a loud voice interrupt.

"Welcome, new students, to Shiz University!" it cried. Dorothy turned to the entrance; a rather odd woman had entered. She wore an elegant, red gown, and grasped a clipboard in her hand. "I am Madame Morrible, Headmistress here at Shiz University," she introduced herself. This woman, although seemingly friendly, had a strange air, Dorothy also had a sense of mistrust for this woman. She could not explain it, nor could she shake the feeling away.

This Morrible character babbled on for a bit more, when she noticed Nessarose. She came over, and spoke to her, commenting on her beauty. Morrible then noticed Elphaba, and did a poor job of converting a snort of laughterinto a cough. Then, her eyes fell to Dorothy.

"You're a small thing!" Morrible commented in a sickly sweet voice. "What is your name?" Dorothy had to think fast on this one. She felt safe, giving only her first name, but she was uncomfortable giving her last...maybe she could pass as Elphaba's other sister, and that she was not included on Morrible's list.

"Dorothy. Dorothy Thropp," she said, rather timidly. Morrible stared. "You don't seem to be on my list, are you related to the other two Thropp's here?" Morrible asked.

Here goes nothing, Dorothy thought. "I'm Elphaba's younger sister, and I was registered for college here, however, my application came a few days later than my older sisters; I received a letter of acceptance, perhaps I was excluded from your list?" "Perhaps you were, my dear! I do remember hearing mention of three..." and that was all that Dorothy could remember of Morrible's speech, for she herself was amazed at how convincing her lie seemed to be. Morrible seemed to be in some sort of a trance, almost everything was going perfectly. But how?