Elphaba was already getting some weird looks as she walked through the halls to find her locker. She'd left Nessarose once she'd found a locker and was now trying to find a locker for herself.
Suddenly, she heard a familiar call. "Elphie!" Galinda was standing next to the lockers, waving. Elphaba gave a little wave back and went over to her.
"I saved a locker for you!" Galinda said in her perkiest tone. "Isn't this school great? It's so different to Shiz, but it's still pretty cool! I can't wait for classes! It's so exciting!"
Elphaba muttered agreement, while doubting. She was looking forward to classes, but the social aspect of school? Not so much.
Galinda wasn't always perceptive, but she could tell that Elphaba wasn't looking forward to a whole bunch of teenagers to get used to her. "Things'll work out." she told her best friend. "Just lighten up a bit! Come on, it'll be fun, being in a new school!"
Elphaba managed a smile and said "I guess. Maybe they won't be like the Shiz students and not stare at me so much."
At that moment a freckled boy with blondish hair walked by and grinned cheekily. "What happened to you?" he joked to Elphaba. "Didn't they have a shower on the horror film set?"
Elphaba tried hard not to lose her temper at this remark, but finally she snapped. "I get it!" she spat at the boy. "I know I have green skin! It's natural, OK? So shut up!"
The boy looked surprised and walked off, muttering something.
"Don't take any notice." Galinda said. "Not everyone will be like him."
"Uh-huh." Elphaba muttered.
"Have you seen the others?" Galinda continued. "I haven't yet. What do you have first?"
"Media Studies." Elphaba answered.
"Me too!" Galinda exclaimed. "I can't wait!"
Nessarose was setting up all the stuff in her locker, when she heard a shy voice say "Hi."
She turned to see a girl with curly blonde hair. "You're new, aren't you?" the girl asked.
Nessarose nodded. "Yes, I started this year."
"Well, just so you know, I'm Carol." the girl said.
"I'm Nessarose."
"Well, see you." Carol said, then walked away, leaving Nessarose confused.
"That was strange..."
The shrill bell rang as Elphaba and Galinda looked at a map to work out where their first class was. Elphaba worked out where the class was, and they got there just on time. They sat in two consecutive empty seats, next to a girl with blonde hair, who looked up, first looking disconcerted by Elphaba's skin colour, but then smiling.
"Hi." she said. "Are you two new?"
"Yes." Galinda answered for them. "I'm Galinda, and this is Elphaba."
"I'm Samantha." the girl told them. "You two are smart to have chosen this class. It's the best one. We get to actually make a film!"
The first day meant that it was more of an orientation than anything, but Samantha pointed out some of the students, so Elphaba and Galinda knew a few more people by the end of the period.
"So that's Amber, that's Indie, that's Luke...?" Galinda questioned.
Samantha nodded. "You're good at names! So what lesson do you have next?"
Elphaba consulted the timetable. "History. It's in the Humanities building."
"Art." Galinda said.
"Oh," said Samantha. "Well, I have Economics, but it's in the Humanities and Commerce block."
The group parted.
Nessarose had liked her first English lesson. A girl with pink hair had chosen a seat next to her.
"Twilla Walters!" exclaimed the teacher. "You know that obviously dyed hair is against uniform rules."
Twilla looked sorry, saying "I'm sorry, but what can I do about it?" The teacher sighed, and Twilla smirked triumphantly.
Nessa scowled a bit, disapproving of the girl's fake repentance. She hadn't noticed a boy stealing glances at her from the other side of the room.
However, at the end of the period, Twilla turned to Nessa. "You're new, right?" she said. "What's your name?"
"Nessarose, but everyone calls me Nessa." the other girl answered.
Twilla smiled. "I'm Twilla. So, what class do you have next?"
"Level 2 History." Nessa replied. Twilla's eyes widened.
"Wow, you must be really smart!" she exclaimed. "I've got Math. Maybe I'll see you later, Nessa. Bye!"
Fiyero hadn't really bothered to pay too much attention during class, as usual. He had music, and it was an orientation as usual. They did do a couple of songs together, just as an introduction. However, he'd paid more attention to the students. A short girl wearing uniform that was slightly too big had sat near him, but hadn't really talked. However, a pretty blonde hazel-eyed girl had sat down next to him and immediately started talking. "Hey." she'd said. "My name's Anna Lee. You can call me Lee, if you want. Are you new?"
Fiyero, though with Galinda, couldn't help flirting a little. "I'm Fiyero." he said, giving the most charming smile he had. Girls always fell for that.
Anna Lee smiled back. "You were pretty smart to pick this class." she said. "It's just too easy. The teacher's kind of strict, though."
A red-haired girl had glanced at Fiyero and scowled, then looked away. In fact, most of the students had been girls.
"So, what class do you have next?" Anna Lee had asked.
"Hmm...Economics." Fiyero had said, looking at his timetable.
"Me too!" Anna Lee exclaimed. "OK, now brace yourself as you walk out of here. There will be about 500 eyes on you, all from girls."
Boq had been alone in his first class. He'd had French, and had felt shy. However, he'd found that he'd done better than he'd thought.
After class, he'd seen Galinda walking off, and sighed before moving towards his next class. A boy from French had just come out of the room, and saw his look. "Who's the blonde chick you're staring at?" he questioned.
"Her name's Galinda." Boq said, not taking his eyes off her.
"Your girlfriend?"
Boq gave a sigh, and turned to his new acquaintance. "I wish. So who are you? My name's Boq."
"Lionel." the boy answered. He was paler than Boq, with blonde hair. "You're new, right? So what's with the obsession with this girl, when you're not together?"
"I'm not obsessed." Boq said automatically.
"You are!" Lionel disagreed. "You were staring at her like she was an angel or something." Boq didn't answer. He just walked to Geography.