Sorry 'bout the wait, everyone but SOMEONE (obsessive-elphaba) wouldn't reply to her collaboration emails. Anyways, here's the next part, thanks for holdin' on! Enjoy!
The wailing child at the door was soon met with a bump of the basket. The door opened shakily and a distinguished male voice mumbled loudly, "What?" The little girl whimpered quietly when hearing the strange voice. Things were different without the woman she had come to trust. Where had she gone anyway?
"Who's out there, Henry?" Came a drowsy female call. The little girl would've bitten her lip if she had teeth so not to be seen. After all, that was what kept her safe and happy before.
The male voice resounded, "It's a baby."
"Who's baby?"
The little girl closed her eyes when she was met with the hairy face of the old man, "I don't know," now the voice was louder than ever! "It's all alone out here."
A late response was given by the woman, "Well... just bring it on in..." Feeling large hands lift her out of her comfort blanket, the young babe wailed. The little dog wailed after her, for he was left outside. She opened her eyes just a bit to see the faces of two people around her. They were not the most beautiful people in the world. Was the nice lady she was with for so long blind?
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A third birthday was under wing, and things had quite changed for the little girl. The nice lady had slipped her conscious completely, and the young Dorothy was quite proud of her three year old life. Her name was Dorothy, as just stated, and she figured it had something to do with the story she got told over and over by her old Auntie Em how she was just left by her doorstep. After all, that was where babies come from. Dorothy had brown curly hair that she insisted be braided and put into pigtails so to give the sweet and innocent look. It seemed to work for her most of the time. Her party was invitation only, and only the best people were there... that meant all the little girls in her dance class had been invited.
"I can't believe my little Dorothy's all grown up!" Cried her Uncle Henry as he lifted her into a swinging embrace.
Dorothy was ecstatic! She was so excited that all the little words in her vocabulary couldn't cover it. In fact, she was so excited that only a false word would work to this kind of glee! The little girl was full of creativity like that, always her mind wandering, forever her head in the clouds.
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When Dorothy was seven years old, she managed to find a way to become the most popular girl in the entire grade. Every morning her Auntie Em would put her hair up into little pigtails, but Dorothy would take her wime on the playground to braid them. All the little girls soon took her lead and asked for her help to create this amazing hairdo! In fact, she was so popular that once everyone noticed she brought a little basket to school everyday, they begged their mothers and fathers to fetch them one. There wasn't anyone like Dorothy; she was stubborn and friendly and creative and hyper and smart. Lots of things could describe her, but the number one word was imaginative. Dorothy could imagine epic battles between goblins and trolls, but their was an undercover group attempting to sabotage them both. Everything she thought of was amusing and unheard of! And for years, everyone loved her for this.
For a while Dorothy was free to imagine without anyone telling her she was full of nonsense. Things changed on the eve of her thirteenth birthday. Aunt Em and Uncle Henry gave her a strict talk about that.
"Don't go telling anyone that you live on rainbow island or anything..." said Uncle Henry.
"And you must keep that little dog on a leash. He's gotten a bit feisty," Aunt Em instructed sternly.
Dorothy was furious, "Why? Toto hasn't done any harm! And I don't live on rainbow island; I live over the rainbow." The brunette still hadn't ditched her pigtails, and her dresses were far out of style. It just seemed to her that everything around here would be so boring without a hint of creativity. Sometimes she'd go out to the stables and troughs and pretend to have conversations with the animals. She always wondered what they would say if they could speak. I bet you would say 'let me out of this cage; I want to be free.' She thought to herself after pitifully losing the argument of whether her fantasy world was Rainbow Island or not and being sent to her room.
She'd get out of there someday…
Note: obsessive-elphaba had to drop out of this project and this is the last of her writing, so I'm of need of a new collaborator. If anybody has any thoughts, ideas, or suggestions, feel free to message me and if you would like to volunteer to help or even write this with me, just let me know.
~Broadway Babe WA
