Chapter 4: Books and Make-up

!!Linda's POV!!

I was in a medium sized room filled with about five girls, each of which was wearing some form of the color pink. I felt very outcast.

Everyone stared at me as if I were some form of pond scum. I felt completely shunned, and they haven't even talked to me. I was scared, no doubt about it.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't miss doesn't-look-where-she's-walking. What are you doing here?" Man, did she scare me. And why is she looking at me like that- like with- what's the word? Loathing. Yes, that's it, loathing.

"Um. . ." I started.

"Yes?" she looked like she might kick me if I didn't answer.

"This is my room." I looked up at her. She looked like she just got drenched in cold water.

"WHAT?!" she yelled at me, and came over and snatched my dorm assignment from me.

She looked at the paper, then up at me, then at the paper, and let the paper fall from her hands. She looked faint. If she didn't hate me so much, I would have felt a little bit concerned.

"I was supposed to have a private suit!" she half whispered.

"MOTHER!" she stormed out of the room, looking murderous, and her little pack of friends followed soot. I was left alone, so I took advantage of the situation to report back to my Mom. She had given me a necklace of a pink flower, and said that if I spoke her name into it, I would be able to talk to her.

I looked down into the necklace, and as I was just about to say her name, my roommate came storming back in. She looked as though she had been crying.

"Well," she said, "if we're going to be roommates," she made it sound like a curse, "then we should take this time to discuss boundaries. First, this bed is mine." She said, pointing to a big pink, fluffy bed that I wouldn't have slept on anyway, it was so ugly.

"Second, the shelf in the bathroom is for my cosmetics, not yours. And third, you can have the shelf over the other bed, for your books. Oh, yes, and that wardrobe-" she motioned to the smaller of the two that I just noticed standing on the far wall- "is yours, so don't go peeking into mine, no matter how tempted you are. Now, I'm tired, so please try to be quiet. I'm going down to dinner, and my 

mother should be stopping by, so don't freak out if she comes in, Kay?" and she left without a backwards glance.

I finally had some time to myself, and I spent it putting things away and trying not to knock over makeup! When I finished putting my green coverings on my bed, there was a knock on the door. I opened it, and standing outside it was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. And I knew immediately who it was. It was the person my mother wanted me to report about most to her.

"Hello," I said, "can I help you?" she looked at me like I was a ghost.

"Yes, I'm looking for my daughter, Fabala. Have you seen her?" Glinda asked.

"Yes, she went down to dinner. I don't know when she'll be back, but you're welcome to stay and wait if you want to."

She looked like she rather wouldn't, but came in anyway, saying "Thank you."

This evening was going to be very interesting.