"Well, i was just afraid...what if the artichoke thinks Glinda's serious about all this? It may be rather hard to get rid of her, unless we do something...and Glinda would be far to sweet to just tell her that this whole friendship thing is just a joke..."

"You think we need to... enlighten the girl?"

"I think we NEED to..."

"When?"

"Somewhere she can be in no doubt that we are serious..."

"Dining hall?"

"Perhaps..."

Sometimes, there are moments when you are forced to contemplate things so horrible that your whole body needs to shut down for a few moments, just to give you time to absorb them.

The shock is huge, too big to feel: it makes me feel sick, and the immeadiate need to move, to act, to SAY something, overwhelms me and leaves me temporarily paralyzed.

In the most important moments, you can only really count on your body doing the opposite of what you want...

"Do you know where she is?"

"Glinda?"

"No, you idiot, the green bean!"

"Ohh... no"

"Well, we should really try to find her today"

"No time like the present..."

This can't be happening.

Then again, once upon a time, people believe that green would only ever be the colour of the frogs ans caterpillars, and that you and i would hate each other until the end of time or graduation, whichever came first.

But i still can't believe this.

They are- were- my friends.

We sat together every day, we talked, we shared secrets, we shopped together and giggled together, and we hugged too many times to count. We told each other that we were pretty, and talked about what we'd do in ten years as easily as we talked about where we'd go to lunch the next day.

And i KNEW they could be mean, because i knew that I could be mean, and even then, i knew they could be caring, too, because we'd all helped each other and been helped at different point.

Break ups, and PMS and failing grades and homesickness and hang-overs, and omigod-i-can't-believe-i-was-that-drunk, and did-i-really-kiss-him, and hurtful rumours and...well, everything.

Every little pain and hurt that every girl in the world goes through at least once, we all supported each other through it, and thats what makes this SO awful.

I loved them...but i love you, too. And HOW can i understand them now? The girls i was friends with are different to the girls who sit here and casually plan how to destroy your life...and they are the same, and now i can't be sure who they are any more.

I'm frozen, the stylist is fixing my hair like nothing is crashing down all around me, and i'm thinking this.

And then, out of nowhere, i get this very strong picture in my mind of the tears sliding down your face when you told me that everybody hated you.

And confusion is replaced by an anger that makes the back of my neck prickle, and i'm suddenly furious at the two of them, who have made your life so unhappy, and people like them who have done the same for years and years, who do it so carelessly, and who would happily watch you break again and again because to them, you don't matter.

I'm not a snob. But i'm not afraid to stand up and say that yes, i AM better than those two. Maybe not by much, but still better.

"Milla!"

The stylist has gone to fetch something, but i think i would've stood up just as suddenly if she HAD been there.

"Glinda! Have you just come-"

"No, actually, i've been here the whole time, thank you-"

"Glinda, whats the-"

"I don't enjoy talking to you for longer than i have to, but i just need to tel you this: if you do ANYTHING to Elphaba, if you hurt her in ANY way, then i will personally make sure that a LOT worse is done to you and your group. Do you understand?"

"What in Ozs name are you-"

"I heard exactly what you are planning to do, and...and i can't believe i ever considerd you my friends. Seriously, it HURTS."

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