That night the three of us—Galinda, Elphaba, and myself—returned to the room and shared secrets. Galinda said, "Fiyero and I are getting married." I stared at her and Elphaba said, "He proposed after one date?" "He doesn't know it yet—uh," she said. I rolled my eyes and after chasing Galinda around and finally stealing her little green bottle back from Galinda who'd stolen it out from under her pillow, Elphaba said, "This bottle was my mother's." Then she said, "As for secrets, my father hates me." I hugged her and said, "Father hates me too, 'cuz of my scars." She nodded and turning to Galinda who'd gasped in horror, said, "That's not the secret. The secret is it's my fault that Nessa's stuck in a wheelchair and Madison is so deathly pale..." "Actually, Elphaba," I corrected. "At home, in Forks, the sun never shines—so the only people to have tans are the Quileutes—everyone else is pale—and I don't stick out too much at home." She nodded and said, "See, Father didn't want another green child, so he made Mother chew milkflowers all the time. Nessa and Madison were both born too early, and everyone thought Madison was dead, but apparently she wasn't. Mother never woke up." I shook my head and said, "If I'd been born in Forks, I'd still probably be this pale." Galinda nodded and said, "That was the milk flowers, Elphaba, not you. Don't blame yourself." Elphaba nodded in agreement with what Galinda and I both said.

Then I stood up and walked over to Galinda's mirror. I stared in the mirror and began slowly, telling my story. "You two may not believe me, but I didn't always hide my face—the left half, I mean. I used to be so beautiful. I was so vain, then, Galinda, and Elphaba, so very vain. Although, now that I think about, I probably still am. I'm ashamed of that, now. The only reason I hide my face now—other than the horrid scars—is a girl I know, a girl I loathe with such unadulterated loathing that it makes your mutual loathing for each other like nothing—Jennifer Crowley—gets her personality from her mother, who hated my entire family." "What's the big secret?" Galinda demanded. "I'm getting there, Galinda," I shot back. Elphaba glanced at Galinda and said, "Let Madison tell the story." I nodded in gratitude and said, "Galinda and Elphaba, you see, Jennifer and I were very competitive—we competed from the time we could walk and talk—I hated her. While she ran around, I struggled to walk. While she struggled to say something, talking came naturally to me. After I got hurt, I was afraid to face her, but with the rest of the Cullens all helping me, I was soon over fearing facing her—during sophomore and senior years of high school."

Elphaba hugged me and said, "I've so got your back, sis." Galinda nodded in agreement and said, "Me too, and since I'm so popular, everyone else here at Shiz will back you too, Maddie." I grinned and said, "Yes, you can call Maddie, but just so we're clear, only Alistair can call me Tiffany." Elphaba and Galinda both nodded in agreement. Turning to Elphaba, she said, "I'm going to call you, Elphie." "It's perky," Elphaba said. Galinda then said, "And you can call me, Galinda." Then I faced the two of them and said, "You were wrong—you're not going to loathe each other for life—and I knew all along that you'd become friends." "You did?" Elphaba asked, while Galinda gasped in shock. "Yep," I said. "I'm not the only one in the family who sees things, Elphaba and Galinda," I said. "Alice sees things too, and sometimes if she really concentrate, she can see the two of you and Nessa, but I'm more attuned to Nessa since she's my twin and everything, thus making it easier for me to see her, you Miss Elphaba, and you, as well, Miss Galinda." Galinda nodded silently.

Then I realized she wanted to make us popular, but since I'd lived with the Cullens long enough, I knew how to sneak out of unpleasant situations, but I wasn't as good at it as the other Cullens,—I couldn't take Elphaba with me, though—so I grabbed my iPod and went outside to be alone for a little bit.

"Elphie, now that we're friends, I've decided to make you my new project. You really don't have to do that. I know—that's what makes me so nice. WHENEVER I SEE SOMEONE LESS FORTUNATE THAN I—AND LET'S FACE IT, WHO ISN'T LESS FORTUNATE THAN I?—MY TENDER HEART TENDS TO START TO BLEED. AND WHEN SOMEONE NEEDS A MAKEOVER, I SIMPLY HAVE TO TAKEOVER. I KNOW, I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THEY NEED. AND EVEN IN YOUR CASE, THO' IT'S THE TOUGHEST CASE I'VE YET TO FACE. DON'T WORRY. I'M DETERMINED TO SUCCEED. FOLLOW MY LEAD, AND, YES INDEED, YOU WILL BE...POPULAR! YOU'RE GONNA BE POPULAR! I'LL TEACH YOU THE PROPER PLOYS WHEN YOU TALK TO BOYS, LIITLE WAYS TO FLIRT AND FLOUNCE, OOO. I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT SHOES TO WEAR, HOW TO FIX YOUR HAIR. EVERYTHING THAT REALLY COUNTS TO BE POPULAR! I'LL HELP YOU BE POPULAR! YOU'LL HANG WITH THE RIGHT COHORTS! YOU'LL BE GOOD AT SPORTS! KNOW THE SLANG YOU'VE GOT TO KNOW, SO LET'S START, 'CAUSE YOU'VE GOT AN AWF'LLY LONG WAY TO GO. DON'T BE OFFENDED BY MY FRANK ANALYSIS. THINK OF AS PERSONALITY DIALYSIS. NOW THAT I'VE CHOSEN TO BECOME A PAL, A SISTER, AND ADVISER—THERE'S NOBODY WISER—NOT WHEN IT COMES TO POPULAR. I KNOW ABOUT POPULAR. AND WITH AN ASSIST FROM ME TO BE WHO YOU'LL BE, INSTEAD OF DREARY WHO-YOU-WERE... ARE... THERE'S NOTHING THAT CAN STOP YOU FROM BECOMING POPU-LER... LAR... LA, LA, LA, LA. WE'RE GONNA MAKE YOU POPULAR. WHEN I SEE DEPRESSING CREATURES WITH UNPREPOSSESSING FEATURES, I REMIND THEM ON THEIR OWN BEHALF TO THINK OF CELEBRATED HEADS OF STATE OR SPECIALLY GREAT COMMUNICATORS. DID THEY HAVE BRAINS OR KNOWLEDGE? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. HA! THEY WERE POPULAR! PLEASE—IT'S ALL ABOUT POPULAR! IT'S NOT ABOUT APTITUDE. IT'S THE WAY YOU'RE VIEWED, SO IT'S VERY SHREWD TO BE VERY, VERY POPULAR LIKE ME! Why, Miss Elphaba—look at you. You're beautiful. I—I have to go—You're welcome. AND THOUGH YOU PROTEST YOUR DISINTEREST, I KNOW CLANSDESTINEDLY YOU'RE GONNA GRIN AND BEAR IT—YOUR NEWFOUND POPULARITY. HA! LA, LA, LA, LA. YOU'LL BE POPULAR, JUST NOT QUITE AS POPULAR AS ME!"

I returned to the room a few minutes before Elphaba did, and told Galinda that I didn't know where Miss Elphaba was. Then Elphaba arrived and, before Galinda could start talking, I said, "Here's an idea, Galinda. Let's go to sleep, before someone ends up in the hospital and I really don't want to have to go see Carlisle in the middle of the night—not that he'd be surprised to see me—I tended to land myself in the hospital, a lot when I was younger." They both nodded and we all fell into bed exhausted.