A/N: Hey everyone. It's me. who else? The last chapter had already been typed when you said she should be exited about Shiz.It may have sounded rushed, but it had already been typed. Hope you like this one. I worked extra-hard to make sure all of you that are hard to please like it. Enjoy!

Next day

Elphaba

Diary,

I am in our carriage, headed for Shiz. It's a nice day, and green grass and trees stretch out as far as the eye can see. I suppose I should use this time to write about myself.

Strange though it is, I've always been green. I don't exactly know why, Father never talks about it. About me. Or even to me unless it has something to do with Nessa. Which is fine. I have a small green bottle that belonged to my mother. I have never opened it, so I am not sure of its contents. Even now, I have it safely tucked away in the bottom of my suitcase. My Father doesn't know that I have it. I'm not even sure he knows it exists.

Nessarose is lying beside me on the carriage seat, fast asleep. How she can sleep through this rattling clatter in broad daylight is beyond me. Her small, slightly miss-shaped legs are half-on, and half-on the seat. Her legs have been that way since she was born; completely useless. Father loves and adores her.

But he hates me.

And he has every reason to. It is my fault that Nessa was born that way. And it's also my fault that mother is dead. See, after I was born, father didn't want another mistake,

so when mother became pregnant again, Father had her chew milkweed leaves. But when Nessa came out, her legs were twisted. And mother died while giving birth. I faintly remember mother. Her beautiful smile. And the look on her face when I said my first word. No, she wasn't pleased when the word came out of my mouth.

"Horrors."

Mother had let me look into a mirror, and upon seeing the horrible monster that lived within, I had simply given it the name that fitted it perfectly. Father had called me "Devil's spawn" And as I grew older, I started believing it. Other children who saw me threw rocks, and told me to take the fiery chariot home, to hell, where I belonged. Father never noticed when I came home bleeding. Nessa was always trying to cheer me up, braiding my hair, sneaking me some of the chocolates that Father always rewarded her with, and telling me that I shouldn't listen to what the other kids said. She said I was beautiful, and the other kids were just jealous that I had a different color skin, and they didn't. I tried to believe her, but it was difficult when I was being tormented daily. But I could see shame in Nessa's Eyes whenever she defended me.

She was ashamed of me.

When I discovered this, I was saddened. And ashamed, myself. She had been standing up for "That freaky green girl" almost her whole life, and it was beginning to ruin her social life. So, then, whenever I had a problem, I asked her to stay out of it. I have strange powers, so I can defend myself. But it just made the kids call me a Wicked Witch. I promised Nessa that at Shiz, I will try my hardest to control my powers.

And I will. I won't let my little sister down.

End.

Galinda

Dearest Diary,

I am on my way to Shiz. I'm wearing my best dress. But, of course, everything I own is my best. The two carriages behind me are carrying my luggage. I convinced Momsie and Popsie to let me bring extra clothes, just in case the other ones get wet, or stained, or touched by any inferior beings.

Popsie says he'll send the rest of my things tomorrow.

By the end of today, everyone who is anyone will know my name.

Signed,

Galinda Upland

A/N: Was it in charicture? Were the facts semi-good? Tell me! I didn't read the book, so I don't know everything, and I made Nessa a little nicer than neccisary, but was it okay?

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