I tried to fix it... really, I did! Well, here is another short, not-so-relevant chapter. Urgh... I need help word/ structure-wise... Even my English teacher told me that I need to use more complex sentences... She also says I need to speak more, but I think that my saying 1-20 words per 52 minute class period is pretty damn good, especially compared to my other classes.

Ahem... beside the point.

Enjoy. (P.S, the only reason I'm posting these so close together is because I feel like I cheated you out of a good lengthed chapter. I normally won't do this. I just so happened to have a few more chapters handy.)

003. Ends

"Ugh. It figures I'd have to room with the most insufferable monstrosity in Oz." Glinda complained.

"Call it luck." Elphaba called from her bed, her nose still in a thick, old book. Glinda huffed.

"Well, at least I have friends," she shot at her, "In fact, I'm going out to meet them now. I'll be having fun while you… read." She stuck her nose in the air and proceeded out the door.

Finally, silence.

Elphaba stared intently at the picture in her book. It showed a pattern of blurry dots. They were supposed to be the 'building blocks' that the deceased scientist theorized. But how they got to see them, Elphaba didn't quite know.

"Miss Glinda!," called a male voice through the door,"do you mind if we come in?"

He didn't even wait for an answer. He just opened the door to find Elphaba jack-knifed into herself peering over the top of her book with one eyebrow raised.

"Oh, Avaric. How wonderful to see you again," she greeted him with mock sweetness, then let her tone turn sour, "now get out."

He ignored her, and in followed an embarrassed-looking Fiyero.

"Glinda!," Avaric called again.

"She's not here."

"Hey, if I wanted to hear anything out of you, I'd ask," he snapped, turning on her.

"She's not here, Av, let it go." Fiyero tugged hard on Avaric's sleeve.

"Fine." He began to leave, sparing a moment to glare at Elphaba, but Fiyero lingered.

"I'll meet up with you later," Fiyero told him as he walked out the door. Once Avaric was gone, he closed the door.

"I'm reading, you know," Elphaba told him. She didn't bother looking up from her book.

"I know," he answered, "I…want to help you."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'm perfectly literate," she rolled her eyes at him, knowing perfectly well that he wasn't referring to helping her read, "and Avaric is waiting for you. He might get pissy if you keep him waiting for too long. We wouldn't want that to happen, now would we?"

"Why should I care?," he wondered, "and why are you always so mean? I haven't done anything to deserve this treatment."

"It's for the future. You'll deserve it eventually, and I just want to get ahead on my Shit List," she dismissed.

Fiyero furrowed his brow in confusion. "Fine. Maybe you were the wrong person to come to for this project."

"What project?"

"I guess you'll never know 'til you try being nice." He retorted. He slid out the door and that was the end of it.

Thanks to WickedJelly and Bombalurinasara for reviewing, especially to WickedJelly for giving me a grammar lesson. Much appreciated. Unfortunately,a) I'm not sure whether I fixed things or made them worse ( I don't respond well to instructions of any kind) and b) I have the memory span of a dead fish and will probably forget to edit the rest of my chapters, as hard as I try to remember, then fail to remember what it is I'm trying to fix at all... c) Grammar and I have never been on friendly terms. We get into verbal fights constantly and, for some strange reason, grammar always wins. It IS appreciated though. I switched English classes in the middle of the year and almost completely missed out on the grammar unit. shrug

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R+R, anyone?