Nessa turned in shock at her sister's comment. She had been tricked! By her very own sibling! How had she not realized it was a Saturday? Nessa could have gotten some extra hours of beauty sleep.

"I hate you forever. You try to trick me into thinking that today's a school day, when it's in fact a Saturday. The only way people keep track of days is school. I could have gotten my beauty sleep here! I hate you." Nessa ranted. Elphie smiled victoriously.

"Hey, I sleep a lot and I still look like trash. Watch your language, big words for a small person. Didn't know you could even say hate in this household." Elphie said.

"You can't. It's a bad word to my mind." Mr. Thropp explained, appearing on the doorway of the bedroom holding his cup of coffee. Nessa and Elphie gaped at him, wondering how he could slip downstairs and back up without making a peep, just to make coffee.

"Why are you up so early?" Elphie asked.

"Why are you up so late?" her father shot back. Typical, logical, smarty pants father. He always came up with the best remarks.

"Why do you have to be so logical?" Nessa complained, the whine evident in her voice. "I hate it when you're so logical. Everything seems to be related to logic. If I am Nessa, Nessa am I? Well?"

"There goes the word hate again." Elphie muttered incoherently. The rest of the family ignored her.

"Elphie likes ice cream." the mayor said. Elphie nodded enthusiastically. "Elphie likes... Well... Um..."

"Gummy bears!" Elphie exclaimed. Her father shook his head.

"Give me a vegetable you like, not another sweet."

"Broccoli?" Elphie suggested.

"Okay then," her father started, "If Elphie likes ice cream, and Elphie likes broccoli, will Elphie like broccoli with ice cream?" Elphie made a gagging noise somewhere in the back of her throat.

"Why did you have to make logic so disgusting? No! I would hate that! I'm scarred for life! Broccoli and ice cream? Yuck!" Elphie cried. Nessa shook her head.

"You're wrong. That wasn't logic. Logic means the study of correct reasoning. But that so called dessert thought wasn't necessarily correct. So it's a myth. Not logic." Mr. Thropp said. Elphie looked relieved at that.

"For a minute, I thought you were serious and was making broccoli ice cream for dessert tonight. Would have benefited me greatly, I really wanted you to do that." Elphie added sarcastically.

"How about," Nessa said, "If we're hungry, and we're thirsty, we can eat breakfast?

"That's not logic, but certainly a wonderful idea!" Mr. Thropp exclaimed.

"For once I do something right." Nessa muttered. "Unlike your precious, perfect Fiyero."

Elphie punched Nessa off of the bed when their father wasn't looking.

Elphie always dreamed of the day when Fiyero Tiggular would notice her. All he saw was the dumb popular brat Galinda. The girl was stuck up, dumb, mean, dumb, popular, dumb, and spoiled. Did she mention that she was dumb?

Another one of Elphie's passions was the freedom of caged animals. Once in a while, Elphie would write to the senator explaining her cause. It never worked.

She was currently reading the newspaper, twirling her untouched cereal around, when she spotted an animal advertisement. It caught her eye immediately with the face of a happy dog. It read:

Come and consult the great Wizard! Feel your power with dominating the animals! Visit .com to learn more.

Elphie gaped at it for five long minutes. Who would do such a thing? The happy dog didn't even fit that ad. The dog should have looked sad! Nessa waved her hand in front of Elphie's face.

"Earth to Elphie! Hello? Elphie!" Nessa snapped. Elphie snapped out if her trance and glared at Nessa. She shrugged. "Thinking about Mr. Perfect?"

"Who's that?" Elphie asked, puzzled. Nessa gave her the isn't-it-obvious look.

"Fiyero!" Nessa sang loudly. "Oh! And you want to know where he lives? His address?" Elphie nodded.

"Where?"

"Keep begging!"

"Nessa, I'm on my hands and knees. Where does he live?"

"Oh, in this world."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. I'm dead serious."

Elphie punched her right off of her chair a second time, sending the younger girl toppling over in shocked surprise. She waved her fist in the air, scowling.

"That's not how you treat your sister for giving you accurate information!"

Fiyero Tiggular loved his posh life. A rich father, popular boy at school, and hot girlfriend. How could life get any better?

His father, the great Wizard as they called him, captured animals, selling them to other people. However, the great Wizard could also cure anyone's problems. It was all part of the magic. Even Disney invited his father once a year to participate in making the Magic Kingdom even more magical.

There was one girl though. One girl that always bothered him every day. It related to his father's business. Elphie Thropp. Daughter of the mayor of the town, she could have made the popular group, but refused so because his girlfriend, Galinda, was there.

Elphie believed in freeing every animal, instead of keeping them captive inside homes. Fiyero thought of pets as extra company, no harm done there! He had worked with Elphie a few times in school, but ended up listening to her ranting about animal caging and all that stuff. Blah, blah, blah.

She seemed to be smitten with him, which made Fiyero smirk. She didn't seem to suspect that it was his father behind all the animal capturing. If Elphie knew, she would end up changing her mind about him completely, which was one girl off the list.

If he could date her, he would. He didn't like her particularly, but it wasn't her beauty that captured him. Fiyero knew that there was some prettiness behind those big glasses and green clothes.

It was her passion. Her passion for freeing the animals, for standing up against anyone who dared stand in her way.

He believed that if he tried, he could fall in love with her spirit.