043. Foreign
"Who's that?" "Why is she…?" "What happened to her?" "Isn't she one of the Thropp girls?"
Nessarose wheeled herself quickly down the corridor, ignoring the muttering amongst the other pupils. Sometimes she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs. I have a name, you know. I am not just the sister of the green girl.
She arrived in the classroom to see Boq gazing at Galinda with a puppy-like adoration in his eyes. Why couldn't he stare at her like that? There was Elphaba, reading on her own as usual. She manoeuvred herself through the room; everywhere she decided to go was swiftly emptied. She knew it was just so she could get around safely, but it felt as if they were parting so as not to go near her.
In some ways, Nessarose was as much an outcast as her sister.