Who here is doing VCE? (aka, finishing High school?) You don't need to answer, that was rhetorical. But I just thought I'd let you all know that I haven't forgotten my story, I have just been really, really, really, really busy with exams and end of year revision. TRUST ME! I'd rather be working on these stories but I have to do well if I want to get into University right?
Oh Well.
This is (as always) dedicated to my lovely LeShea.
She is feeling rather unwell at the moment and I ask you all to keep her in your thoughts and prayers in her time of illness.
Feel better buddy. I miss you terribly.
Now enjoy chapter 3
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Elphaba's POV
I don't know what is wrong with me. Maybe I'm sick. I woke up this morning with the strangest feeling. Deep down. I couldn't pinpoint it, couldn't find out where it was coming from or what it really was. I tried to shake the feeling but found it wasn't easily removed and for some reason I was being drawn to my laptop. A small black item that beaconed me from across my bedroom. I hated most things to do with my laptop but my father told me that I had to be a little social. He doesn't know that I only use the laptop as a personal diary and nothing else, but what my father doesn't know won't kill him…too much.
'What the hell did I plan on doing with my laptop anyway? Honestly? If anyone knows please tell me I'm really stuck. Oh perfect I am talking to myself!'
I flipped the laptop open and pushed the power on button and waited for the stupid thing to load. Without thinking I clicked on the 'Ozmail' link and Galinda's bubbly, nauseating pink writing filled my screen. This time though I felt a little lighter seeing her pink writing. I really must be sick.
'Dear Elphaba,
I am going to assume you aren't one for a lot of touchy feeling sentimentality but I thought you should know that I appreciated your last email. You know, I don't think you're all that bad. A little touchy perhaps but I can live with that.
So, let's start again. A new slate for each other. A bubbly new opportunity. Come on Elphie…live a little ;)
Galinda'
You have got to be kidding me! It seemed I had made an impression on the impressionable Galinda Upland. Crap! Last thing I wanted was to give her an open invitation to start liking me. Hell, all I wanted to do was leave her alone and pray to the Unknown Gods that she would return my favor. Though, in a strange and unwanted twist of events, her reply made me feel a little warm and the nickname she had so 'fondly' dubbed me was rather cute. Oh Oz, I called her cute. I am sick. I penned her a reply then decided to go back to bed. I suddenly felt a little flushed.
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Galinda's POV
Ugh my head! And my nose! And my throat! And my whole body…in fact just Ugh! The pain was almost unbearable. Rolling over in bed, I found that the pain just increased. Ow…I hurt. Letting out a little whimper, I pushed my way out of bed and moved to the bathroom. Maybe a hot, bubbly bath will sooth my achies. It didn't do a thing for my aching body but did clear my head a little and I found that after a brief but soothing soak, my mind wandered towards my computer. Desperate, for reasons I can't think of, I longed to see Elphaba's reply and wrapped myself in a bathrobe before shuffling my aching body over to my desk.
I was excited to see that Elphaba had replied, and by the time indicated on the screen, she had replied rather recently.
'Dear Galinda,
You assumed correctly when you said that I wasn't a sentimental person but I appreciate your gratitude non the less.
Your nickname was…a little perky I must say but I accept it on one condition. You don't turn our now rapidly forming relationship into anything mushy. For the sake of my mental state more than anything else. I will indulge you in your flight of fancy by telling you a little bit about myself and I hope this then is returned in my favor.
I am a child of two and my mother passed away giving birth to my little sister Nessa Rose. Now it is your turn. Perhaps we could exchange information bit by bit which should hopefully sedate your thirst for the knowledge of my life.
Elphaba'
I had to giggle at the hilariously formal Ozmail. But then again, I felt a nervous giggle rise at her willingness to share her life with me. I felt a little warm but assumed it was a fever. And my heart, oh how it almost broke when Elphie told me about her mother. To lose a parent so young would be an awful loss.
Without my mind clear of what to write, I found they moved of their own accord over the keyboard.
'Elphie my dear, you are a very funny person.
I am afraid my Ozmail wont be very uplifting as I seem to be caught with this horrificable cold and my body is full of achies.
You have a deal Elphie, I will share my stories with you and will not turn our friendship into mushy stuff, even though mushiness is fun.
I am an only child and my mother and father are rather well known in Frottica. I was bullied as a younger child because I other kids thought I was a "spoilt brat" but I stuck to my goals and now am rather popular. I know what you're thinking
'She's a bratty child who is now little miss popular' but between you and me Elphie I am rather lonely. I don't have any real friends. I am hoping that you may be my first.
Now I think I will go back to bed.
Galinda'
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Elphaba's POV
Sitting up in bed I heard this incessant beeping noise and a small voice repeating 'You've got Ozmail'. The voice was bubbly and giggly and I thought that Galinda's voice would sound similar. It used to annoy me to high Ozma but now, for some reason I didn't mind the voice.
Realizing that it might be Galinda's Ozmail on my screen I bolted out of bed, reprimanding myself for being so happy at the thought. But couldn't contain my smile at the sight of the curly pink writing.
Her Ozmail though made my heart twinge sadly as she explained how she hurt and I felt a strange desire to make her smile and feel better, even though she was miles away in another part of Oz. I felt helpless yet realized that I could send her something special. Galinda would be the kind of person who would appreciate the kind gesture. And I could almost hear her squeal of delight when she saw my reply. I was confused and a little scared at how desperate I felt but decided that, for the moment, I didn't care. All I wanted to do was make Galinda Upland, the girl I loathed only days ago, feel her bubbly self once more.
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Ta Da! It's no magic act but I thought it was alright. ;) I hope this makes you smile LeShea.
And I hope you enjoyed it my wonderful friends!
Stay safe
Grumbello