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"You don't like it?" the girl asked, touching her diamond tiara with one dainty hand, and smoothing out her skirt with the other. I looked her up and down again. Here's the description from bottom, up.
Her feet were dressed in pink strappy heels, and her toes were poking out, each decorated with a sparkly magenta shade. Her legs were baby smooth and bare up to her knees, where the hem of her gown began to shield her thighs.
It was somewhat of a party dress. The skirt was very tutu-like, the material layered, light, and flowing. It gathered at her waist, where a jewel studded belt hid the seam, resting on her hips.
The bodice cut closely, complimenting her body and hugging her in all the right places. Glitter bedazzled the material, and gave the piece a very feminine flair. As if it needed it.
Glitter dust was sprinkled across her bare shoulders and her waterfall of dark, wavy locks spilled in front and behind them.
Her make up consisted of pink, pink, and more pink, her full lips glossy, and her dark eyes sparkling.
The tiara was nestled on top of her head, delicate as snowflakes and gorgeous as the sparkling seas.
Her right arm moved gracefully before her as she examined her diamond studded star tipped wand, it's staff the length of her chest to her feet. I couldn't help but notice that her fingernails matched her toes.
I continued to stare blankly at her while she rechecked the outfit.
"I thought it was wonderful," she said softly to herself. Then she looked up and the dazzling white smile appeared once more. "No matter! I can always change! Now, cool or evil?"
I blinked a few times. "Excuse me?"
"I said, cool or evil?"
I continued to stare, then backed up a few paces. "Why the hell are you here?"
She laughed, her voice tinkling bells. "I'm here because the Munchkins called me!"
"The who?"
"The Munchkins," she repeated, flashing that smile again.
"What the hell are Munchkins?"
"The little people that live here, silly girl! In Munchkin Land!"
"Who-dee where?" I asked, in disbelief.
"Munchkin Land! The Munchkins called me here because they told me that a new witch has just crushed the Wicked Witch of the East with a house! There's the house, here's you, and there's what remains of the Wicked Witch of the East!"
She motioned with her wand and I turned to see my house resting upon knee high black and white stripped socks, dressed in red pumps. I felt my eyes widen and my face flush.
"So, the Munchkins asked me to ask you whether you are a cool witch or an evil witch. And I was like, 'Sure why not?' And they were like, 'Oh thank you, Glinda!' And I was like, 'You're welcome little Munchkins!'"
I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. Munchkins...witches...Glinda?
"What the hell kind of sick joke is this?" I demanded, jabbing my finger at her. She stepped back.
"What is your name, witch?" she asked.
"You know very well who I am, Selena! Don't be pulling this Glinda crap on me, 'cause I'm in no mood! I'm over it, okay? I don't care! You can have him! I'm just sick of this goddamn fighting! So, leave me alone, and everything will be fine and dandy! Capisce?"
"I will have you know that I've never heard of this Selena you speak of, but she sounds perfectly lovely!" she kept playing. I rolled my eyes.
"Give it up, Sel. I refuse to play this game with you!"
"What game? Just tell me whether you are cool or not!"
"I'm fine, okay? Look, this is ridiculous! I didn't kill anyone and-" I suddenly noticed that my basket was very light. I looked down to find it empty. "Loco!" I yelled, breaking into a desperate search.
"Who the hell is Loco?" Selena demanded, glancing around.
"My dog! Loco?"
I heard a faint yapping, and rushed towards it. I found Loco in the arms of a little person.
"Thank you so much!" I said, reaching out to grab my beloved puppy. The person didn't stir. "May I have my dog, please?"
"Cool?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and threw up my hands.
"Yeah, sure! Whatever! Can I just please have my dog?"
The little person handed Loco to me, then turned and shouted in rejoice.
"The witch is cool! The Wicked Witch is gone for good!"
An earsplitting cheer sounded as a flood of small people poured into the street. They tugged at my dress and kissed my hands and pulled me up to the platform where Selena was now standing, a wide grin on her face.
When the crowd had calmed she turned to me.
"The Munchkins are ever so grateful, Witch..."
"Miley," I answered, deciding to play along.
"Witch Miley," she smiled, then turned to the village. "Citizens of Munchkin Land! The Wicked Old Witch is dead!"
Another loud cheer. I scanned the world around me, confused, horrified, and amused at the same time. This was weird for sure. And I wasn't happy about Selena being the good witch, but I supposed it could be fun, if I played my cards right. Maybe I could even jazz it all up! You know, Miley-fy it!
While I was thinking this, a smile had spread across my face, and Loco had grown quiet, panting, tongue out, happily.
Then, just as I was getting used to the idea of playing Dorothy in Oz, they all broke into song. However, the beat was a little different than I'd remembered.
"Ding dong the witch is dead!
Which, old witch? The wicked witch!
Ding dong, the wicked witch is dead!"
"Oh God."
Selena, I mean, Glinda, giggled and began to move her wand as a baton, conducting the village in song and dance. They performed a song at least four freaking minutes long! Dancing and singing and offering me flowers and sweets. Not to say that I didn't mind. I liked my candy.
When they were finished, Selena led me over to the center of the street.
"Now, I have important things to attend to, but you wish to go home, do you not?"
"Yes," I replied, wondering where the Wicked Witch of the West was.
"Wonderful. Just go and visit the Wizard of Oz, and ask him. Tell him Glinda sent you and he should grant any wish that you may have." I nodded, thoughtfully.
"How do I get there?"
"Follow the yellow cobblestone road."
"Cobblestone?"
"Yes of course! What did you think the road would be made of? Bricks?" She laughed and the whole village laughed with her. I raised my eyebrows.
"Silly me."
"Oh! May I ask you something, Witch Miley?"
"Shoot."
"Would you keep the treasured shoes safe from the Wicked Witch of the West?"
"What do I have to do?" I asked, grinning ear to ear. She shrugged.
"Wear them, of course."
"Okay!" I agreed easily.
She waved her wand down by my feet and they began to tingle. I allowed my eyes to follow the star. My black flats were still on my feet.
I sighed. She shrugged, pouting, a little frustrated.
I watched a Munchkin walk over to my house and reach under the porch, the socked feet jerking away from his touch. He grabbed the shoes and came back, placing them at my feet.
I thanked him and slipped off my flats, shoving my feet into the ruby colored pumps, a bow decorating the top, a small hole in the toe allowing a peek at my foot. I wiggled my feet around impatiently. A size too small I concluded.
"Dammit."
I looked back up, about to say thanks, when I realized that the pink bubble was already growing smaller with distance.
"Hopefully won't have to see her anytime soon," I admitted allowed. "Talk about awkward."
The Munchkins ignored my remark, awaiting their cue to begin singing "You're Off To See The Wizard." I giggled and began my journey down the yellow cobblestone road.
I heard voices, one by one, join together and create a melody.
"Follow the yellow cobblestone road!" I heard someone yell out.
"Will do!" I called back.
Soon, the familiar words came from the mouths of the little people, whom I'd realized were dressed as modern pedestrians. The tempo and melody changed, though, making the song, catchy, and a little too bubblegum pop for my liking. But it was new, and I was intoxicated with whatever the hell Ozians breathe instead of oxygen, so I was okay with it.
I left the village behind, a hundred little voices trailing after me, singing and hollering their goodbyes. I giggled and practiced my skipping, racking my brain to remember what happens next and cursing the invention of goddamn blisters!