Disclaimer/A/N: Let's just get this over with. No I don't own wicked, Yes I've always been green and no I did not eat grass as a child. Thanks for reading.
Run Away.
The first time Elphaba ran away, she was six years old. She ran with the intention never to return to the dreary, gray house she resided in. No one came to look for her. Even if someone had cared enough to search for the young child, they never would have spotted her, perched among the greenery in a nearby sycamore tree.
Nessa always had a temper, but one time the two sisters got into an argument as children do.
"I hate you!" Nessa screeched at her green sister who was only nine at the time. "Get away from me!"
"Nessa! I didn't mean to- It wasn't my fault!"
"Run away and never come back!" Elphaba told her everything. Nessa knew where the little girl ran off to hide after dinner.
That was the first time Elphaba had stayed out for longer than a day. In fact, she stayed away for nearly four days, hiding among the trees, occasionally picking at a jar of peaches and sipping at the water she had brought with her. She liked the time alone to just think.
At the age of sixteen, she had even perfected the act of running away. The sycamore tree was an old favorite but she had many hiding spots among the sparse trees set into the farms in Munchkinland. Even in school she had her places where she could escape to be alone.
So she was well prepared.
"I've got to run away," she told her self, the wind flying through her hair as she ripped through the air on her broomstick. Never in her life had she been so scared but in a way, she felt free. She slowed her broomstick and let the wind blow her hair out of her face.
"I can get used to this," she sighed almost blissfully. At peace, the green woman found being a fugitive might not be so bad. After all, she was well prepared. She had been running away her whole life and now, she finally had the right reason and she had a lot to think about.
So she was well prepared.