Me: I'm back with more to the story. Time for chapter two.
Elphaba: Okay, didn't we go over this already?
Me: Elphaba, I already told them last chapter and you can't read this chapter with reading the first one and have it still make some sense.
Glinda: I think you should repeatify it.
Me: Glinda, quit making up more Galindafied words.
Fiyero: Leave Glinda alone!
Me: Wait? Fiyero? Who let you in? With a gun?
Boq: Who knows? They let me in with my axe.
Me: I liked it better when it was just Elphaba bugging me.
Nessa: Say the disclaimer or else.
Me: Or else what?
Elphaba, Glinda, Fiyero, Boq, and Nessa: We'll take away—your Wicked Soundtrack.
Me: No! Not the Wicked Soundtrack! Um, okay. I don't own Wicked.
Elphaba, Glinda, Fiyero, Boq, and Nessa: Very good.
Me: Okay. Here we go. Chapter 2.
Elphaba's POV
About two weeks after Glinda's intervention—as she called it—Father came to Shiz. I didn't want to talk to him and didn't want anything to do with him either. But he was still forcing me to meet with him. It wasn't going to end well—I knew that much.
Let's see: he hated me and he was coming to Shiz—to praise Nessa and yell at me, again. That's all that happened every time Father saw me—this time I was going to just stay close to Nessa and if Father tried anything—it wouldn't end well for him, I think.
I agreed to go to talk to Father and said, "Nessa, if I have to talk to Father, please, let me talk to him alone." She nodded, reluctantly—she didn't want to, but agreed to let me have my way.
I ran into Father on my way back to my dorm room. "Elphaba?" he demanded. "Where do you think you're going?" He snapped. "My room to get my books, because I'm studying with Nessa—we have an exam," I snapped back angrily.
He shoved me and said, "Don't lie, girl. Nessa doesn't have a test tomorrow." "Wait? What?" I asked. He nodded and slapped me. I gulped and took a deep breath, wanting to scream.
Nessa wheeled towards me and said, "Fabala, what's taking so long? I thought you said you'd help me with my homework." "Don't ask me," I said, backing away, smirking at Father. "Ask him," I added, pointing at him.
Nessa saw the bruises on my face and lunged at Father. I stared at her in shock and said, "Nessa, come on—leave Father alone." I finally managed to pry Nessa off Father and she snarled, "Stay away from my sister! From now on, Elphaba doesn't have to do anything you tell her to! Elphaba will have to do what I say!" Father stared stupidly at Nessa and nodded. "Elphaba, why don't you go get cleaned up?" Nessa suggested. I nodded and then she said, "I'll get Galinda, Fiyero, and Boq—we'll meet you in the library."
I nodded and I glanced at Father. "Nessa's quite the fighter, isn't, Father?" I asked. He nodded and then asked, "Where did she learn to fight like that?" I grinned and said, "Um, me. What? What if I wasn't there and someone tried to kidnap her? She had to be able to do something—she had to be able to somewhat defend herself. So that's why I ended up hurt—I taught my sister how to fight." "Greaaat," he said, dragging out the word—he was not thrilled. Then I ran into my room, cleaned up the cuts and bruises and then grabbed my books, and headed for the library.