disclaimer: again I do not own anything in this story except the characters I made up.

Chapter 3: Dear Old Shiz

Fayba walked slowly into the cafeteria of Shiz. Behind her were the servant that came with her and the driver, carrying her suitcases. The café was where everyone would meet their fellow classmates and be assigned dorm rooms. The room practically fell silent except a few whispers when Fayba stepped in. Fayba really hated this part; she was always the center of attention because she was Glinda, the Good Witch of the North's daughter. It was always an awkward silence until she introduced herself as Fayba. Once she said her name, everyone would come up to her, trying to be her friend, asking her if she needed something. She always had to bite her tongue and resist saying 'air to breathe would be nice'. That would be rude to say and she would get in trouble not to mention feeling guilty. She felt someone nudge her back; it was the driver, hinting that she should say something.

Fayba turned to her audience that were all staring at her. "Hi. I'm Fayba," and that was all she had to say because the next thing she knows, she is surrounded by twenty people all saying their names and saying nice to meet you. "It's nice to meet all of you too," Fayba said which led to everyone cheering. Fayba had to use all her will power to not roll her eyes; she really hated the extra treatment. She felt that she shouldn't get extra treatment, she wasn't great, she was just the daughter of someone great.

"Alright, alright, settle down. I am Madame Torrible, no relation to Morrible. I am the principal of Shiz," A very young, very skinny, very short, very brunette woman said. "Now what seems to be all the commotion?" she asked. Everyone parted, like the red sea as Madame Torrible walked closer. She stopped right in front of Fayba. "And you are…"

"Fayba." Madame Torrible's whole face lit up.

"Oh, it is a pleasure to finally meet you," she said, grabbing Fayba's hand and shaking it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too," Fayba said even though she didn't even know the principal's name until three seconds before.

"I look forward in teaching you," Madame Torrible said then turned around before Fayba could reply. "Everyone quiet please, I'm going to announce who is rooming with whom," The room fell silent as she read out the names. When she said Fayba's name every girl in the room took a breath in. Fayba did too, secretly praying that she would be by herself. "Fayba and… Jasmine," Most of the room groaned, including Fayba. She walked toward Madame Torrible, and took the key reading 209. She waited for the girl named Jasmine to come forward, seeing no one come she turned to Madame Torrible. "She must have not arrived yet." Madame Torrible said.

Fayba nodded and walked towards her room as her driver and servant follow. Once they reached the room, Fayba opened the door and walked in as well as the servant and driver. "We'll go and get the rest of your things now," The servant said as he and the driver left.

"Thanks," Fayba replied. She walked over to her bed and started to unpack her books. She was walking to the bookshelf when she heard a knock at the door. She looked over at the open door, seeing a very tall, skinny, dark haired boy leaning on it.

"Hey," He said still leaning on the door.

"Hello," Fayba said cautiously.

"Oh sorry," he said walking into the room. "I'm Lance," he continued, sticking out his hand. Fayba looked at the hand for a second debating to trust him or not but decided not to be rude and shook it.

"I'm-"

"Fayba," He finished for her. "Ya I know," He said still holding onto her hand, Fayba had to basically rip her hand out from his grasp.

"Of course you know, everyone knows," Fayba muttered under her breath.

"So you wanna walk around and maybe talk?" He asked walking closer, making Fayba back into a wall.

"Oh, well, I have a lot of stuff to unpack so I'm gonna have to pass," Fayba said, starting to feel a bit uncomfortable since Lance had his body almost pressed up against hers.

"You sure?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ya I'm sure," she said slipping out of his grasp and walking over to her bed to unpack more books.

"Okay. I'm in room 315 if you happen to change your mind," he said smirking as if he knew something she didn't.

"I won't," Fayba called after him as he left the room.

A couple minutes later, her servant and driver came back with the rest of Fayba's things. She said goodbye to them and continued to unpack when she heard someone step into the room. She hoped it wasn't another guy trying to hit on her. It wasn't that she didn't like dating, it was just that most of the guys she dated were mostly jerks who wanted to date her because of what family she was born into, not because they wanted to get to know her. She decided that she was going to get to know a guy as a friend before she would date them. So far, that plan wasn't going so well. She wasn't attracted to any guy that was her friend. So here she was waiting for Prince Charming and praying that all the jerks that she seemed to attract go away and find some other girl to bother.

Fayba turned around to face whoever walked into the room. She was a bit shocked when she saw who was standing near the door. It was a very beautiful teenage girl, who had long black hair, dark brown eyes, and had huge breast but was very skinny. Fayba looked down at herself, seeing her long blonde hair, small breast and skinny figure. Well at least I'm average height as appose to being very tall. That's about all I have going for me. Fayba thought. She felt a bit intimated by the girl because this girl could be in the Oz magazine as a model and the painter wouldn't have to change anything in the picture to make her look gorgeous, she was that beautiful.

"Hi, I'm Jasmine," The girl said putting her stuff down on the other bed and walking over to Fayba.

"Fayba," she said as they shook hands.

"Fayba?" Jasmine said, looking at her strangely. Fayba knew she was going to make the connection, if only her mother didn't decide to give her such a weird name. 'I decided to make up a name for you so that you would be unique,' her mother would say when Fayba asked. Like she needed to be more unique. She was the freaken daughter of the Good Witch of the North. She needed less uniqueness. "Are you the daughter of Glinda, the Good Witch of the North?" she asked.

Fayba put on a fake smile. "That's me," she said trying desperately to not fling herself off a building because she could predict what Jasmine was going to say next.

"Ah that explains the booing from all the girls who saw me as I walked down the hall." Fayba laughed. The need for flinging herself off a building seemed to disappear because Jasmine didn't say 'oh my gosh! Let's be friends!'

"Well I'm always very popular," Fayba said, starting to unpack her things again. "I'm actually surprised that you are taking rooming with me so well. Usually the second I introduce myself they scream then try to be BFFs with me, which leads to me wanting to bang my head against the wall and them later on stalking me."

Jasmine laughed. "Well you're safe with me. I would rather stalk a guy then a girl." Fayba smiled, Jasmine reminded her of Ruby and Ander. They never talked about how popular Fayba was or tried to use her as other people tried to. "Well speaking of guys I saw the hottest most popular guy walking down the hall, talking to a girl. I'm surprised he got a date on the first day he's here but then again, that seems like him." Jasmine said sitting on her bed.

"Oh really, who?" Fayba said sitting on her own bed, taking a break of unpacking.

Jasmine walked over and sat beside Fayba. "His name is Lance," she said.

Fayba's eyes widened. "Lance. You said his name was Lance," Fayba asked, making sure she heard her right.

"Ya why?" Jasmine asked.

"Well he came into our dorm just a few minutes ago asking me if I wanted to walk around with him."

"Shut up! No way! Well I'm not surprised he's hot, you're hot it makes sense that he was trying to date you. He always goes after hot girls. Geeze can't you guys date ugly people, spread your hotness around instead of just keeping it to yourselves," Jasmine said, getting excited.

"You're not so ugly yourself." Fayba said smiling. "You seem to know a lot about him, did you two maybe date."

Jasmine looked down. "He came to my school last year, he instantly became popular and we dated once."

"Uh-huh once," Fayba said, not believing Jasmine.

Jasmine looked back up at Fayba. "I swear only once, it's what he does. He dates a girl for about a week then moves onto another one. The record had been for 20 days. Who know how Pearl was able to hang on so long."

"Wow he seems like a jerk," Fayba said, getting angrier by the second. How dare he date one girl the toss her like she is old news. Doesn't he have any respect towards women?

"Oh well don't get me wrong, being his girlfriend was the best week of my life. He treated me like a princess."

"Yes but then he dumped you."

"Ya but I was expecting it. He wants to be a legend like his brother was. Last year was just a practice year, preparing to come to Shiz."

"Who was his older brother?" Fayba said intrigued because she was sure that she heard about the older brother if he was a legend. She looked at Jasmine, really wanting to know the name.

Jasmine paused, making a dramatic affect then finally said, "Fiyero."

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