Elphaba'sGirl: Galinda is a bubbly blonde cupcake. That's why I love her so much. And Elphaba will always be stubborn.

Elphabalover101: LOL! That would have been funny if Elphaba yelled at Fiyero.

NellytheActress: Yes. It's time now. And Elphaba is not EVIL!

Heatqueen: Thank for you review! In my English and History classes, our teachers want us to write our essays using present tense verbs, which gets really confusing when you write your stories using past tense verbs. I went back and corrected that. Thanks again!

Chanty420: I like that, too. It made me crack up while writing it.

Fiyero watched as the mysterious green girl turned the corner and walked away. Who is she? he thought. She's beautiful.

He couldn't get her image out of his mind; her gorgeous, long hair, her beautiful lips, and her chocolate eyes that weren't focused on him, or anything for that matter. He couldn't help but pity the poor girl.

She's headed for the cafeteria. It's really busy this time of day. Being the chivalrous prince he was, Fiyero decided to follow her. He quickly ran down the hallway and saw her walking into the cafeteria.

Elphaba stopped, hearing the jumbled voices of everyone in the cafeteria. She listened, trying to distinguish the separate voices. She felt a headache coming on and she rubbed her temple. She felt so disoriented; she wished Nessa was with her.

No, Elphaba thought. I don't need her. I can do this by myself. Taking a deep breath, she took a step forward.

As she was walking, she heard the voices around her quiet down. She heard footsteps shuffling out of her way, along with eyes scanning her.

"Wait!" a voice called out from behind her.

Elphaba stiffened as someone grabbed her arm. She quickly turned around to face them. "Who are you?"

"It's Fiyero."

Elphaba slowly relaxed. "Oh, hi."

"Do you need any help?"

Elphaba chewed on her bottom lip. "No thank you. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? Because it's really crowded in here and –"

"I can manage just fine," Elphaba said, pulling her arm away from Fiyero. She turned and walked away.

"Careful!" Fiyero said as Elphaba bumped into a chair. He grabbed her arm to stop her from falling to the floor.

Frowning, Elphaba tried to pull her arm away. "I don't need any help!"

"You just bumped into a chair!"

"I am well aware of that."

Ignoring the green girl's protest, Fiyero led her to an empty table and helped her sit down. "What would you like for lunch?"

"I never asked for help."

"Ham and cheese?"

"My, aren't we persistent?" Elphaba hissed, turning towards Fiyero.

"Yes, we are," Fiyero smirked.

Elphaba frowned and pushed herself up. "Though I appreciate your help, I do not require it. I am not a damsel in distress who is in need of a knight in shinning armor."

"I'll take that as a thank you," Fiyero said.

"You do that," Elphaba said, trying to push all of the extra noises out of her head and concentrate on hearing the wheels of Nessa's wheelchair. Finally, the sound of wheels reached her ears and she smiled gratefully. "Well, it has been fun speaking with you, Master Tigulaar, but I really must be going. Good day." Turning, she walked in the direction of the wheels. "Nessie?"

"Fabala, are you alright?" Nessa asked, stopping in front of her sister and gripping her hand.

Elphaba nodded. "I'm fine. Are you ready?"

Nodding, Nessa wheeled over to the lunch line with Elphaba following close behind her.

I just wish she would tell me her name, Fiyero thought sadly.

Nessa led her sister to room A201, where Madame Morrible's Sorcery Seminar was taking place.

"I'll meet you here after class," Nessa said, stopping in front of the room.

"Thank you," Elphaba smiled as she heard Nessa wheel away. Taking a deep breath, she turned towards the door and felt for the knob. She found it and pushed the door open, the sickly sweet voice of the headmistress greeting her.

"Hello, Miss Elphaba," the headmistress smiled, walking over to the green girl and taking her hand.

"Hello, Madame," Elphaba said. Nessa had warned her not to be rude, or else she would write a letter to their father. And one of the many last things Elphaba wanted was for her father to get involved.

"I'm very glad you have decided to enroll in my sorcery seminar," the headmistress said, leading Elphaba to a seat in the front row.

"I'm excited," Elphaba lied, forcing a smile onto her face.

Chuckling, Morrible walked over to her desk and grabbed a hardcover braille book. "This is the book for the course." Smiling, she set the book down in front of Elphaba. The green girl's fingers glided over the braille title on the cover. Sorcery 101 for Beginners.

"A-Am I the only one in the class?" Elphaba asked, not hearing anyone else in the room.

"Yes, dearie. This is an exclusive seminar. Only the best are accepted."

This is going to be a very long year, Elphaba thought as she opened the book to the first page.

"The first page contains a simple levitation spell. Would you like to try it?" Morrible asked.

She sounds as if she believes I'm incapable of doing it. Elphaba read the spell over and over again. When she felt like she would get blisters on her fingers if she read it over one more time, she tried pronouncing the spell. "Ahben Tahkay Ahben Tahkay Ahben Atum Ahben Takayah Entayah Ah Entayah Tifentah Ahben Tahkay Ah."

Morrible turned around as the Best Teacher apple award on her desk began to slowly float into the air.

"Did anything happen?" Elphaba asked, stopping the spell.

"My apple is floating," Morrible said.

"Yay! I levitate an apple," Elphaba said, half sarcastically and closing the book.

"Don't worry, dearie. You'll get better in time."

Is 'dearie' just a pity nickname or does she call everyone that? Elphaba wondered, the nickname scaring and annoying her at the same time.

The rest of the class passed slowly. Morrible had Elphaba practicing the levitation spell, a transformation spell and a multitude of other spells.

"Madame?" Elphaba asked at the end of class. "Where's the nearest exit into the courtyard?"

"Down the hallway to the right, dearie," Morrible answered.

Please stop calling me 'dearie', Elphaba silently begged. "Thank you for the lesson today."

"My pleasure. I shall see you tomorrow, Miss Elphaba." The headmistress took the green girl's arm and guided her to the door. Smiling, she opened the door for her student and watched as Elphaba walked down the hallway and vanished from sight.

Elphaba made her way down the hallway, one hand sliding against the wall, the other one maneuvering her cane, sliding it from side to side. She stopped when she felt her cane hit something in front of her. Stopping, she stretched out her free and felt the cold wood of the door against her fingertips. Lowering her hand, she felt for the doorknob. Feeling the round knob, she twisted it and pushed the door open. A light breeze whipped past her, making her loose strands of hair dance in the wind. The sun was shinning, giving off warmth. Elphaba smiled as she felt the sun's rays on her face. She stepped to the side to get out of the doorway and stood still, enjoying the peace and quiet. The sound of water rushing caught her attention. She extended her cane in front of her and began to walk towards the noise. The stone path led her to a bridge. She walked up the gentle curve and stood at the top. The water rushed beneath her and the green girl smiled. The rushing water created a peaceful sound. It was calm and soothing to her and she quite enjoyed it.

"I could stay here forever," Elphaba muttered quietly to herself, closing her eyes.

She was drawn from her thoughts when she heard heavy footsteps approaching her from her left. Frowning, she turned towards the sound. "Yes?"

"It's me. Fiyero."

"What do you want now?"

"I just came to apologize."

"Pardon?"

"I didn't mean to offend you."

Elphaba paused. She didn't expect this. "Y-You didn't offend me."

"I didn't?"

"No."

Could've fooled me, Fiyero thought. "I just thought that…"

Elphaba held up her hand to stop him. "I know what you thought. The same thing everyone else thinks. 'The destitute green girl needs help.'"

"That's not what I was going to say."

"Destitute means helpless."

Fiyero was silent for a while. Elphaba smirked, knowing the reason for his sudden silence. "I suppose you're going to turn down my offer to help you," the prince finally said, regaining his voice.

Elphaba scowled. "What is with people constantly wanting to help me? I'm fine by myself. I don't need any help! I swear to Oz, it's like a fetish," she snapped at Fiyero.

Fiyero stepped back, shocked by the green girl's sudden change of mood. "I was just trying to be polite. What is with you and your obsession with pushing people away?"

"Would you like the nice answer or the truthful answer? Because they're not the same thing."

Even when she was angry and looked like she was about to blast him clear off the face of Oz, Fiyero felt a sudden attraction to the mysterious girl. He leaned forward, closer to her. Elphaba sensed his movements and stepped back. "What are you doing?"

"I… uh…" Nice going, brainless!

Elphaba was about to say more when…

"FABALA!"

"So that's your name!" Fiyero exclaimed in triumph.

"No! My name is not 'Fabala'," Elphaba growled, clearly annoyed.

"Are you still refusing to give it to me?"

"What do you want, Nessa?" Elphaba asked, ignoring the prince's question and turning towards her sister.

"Fabala, there you are! I've been looking all over for you!" the younger Thropp huffed, struggling to catch her breath.

"Well, congratulations! You found me."

Nessa scowled. This was the first time Fiyero was able to see the resemblance between the two sisters. Even their scowls looked similar. "Come on," she said, grabbing Elphaba's hand and guiding it to the back of her wheelchair.

"So, are you going to tell me your real name, or am I going to have to call you 'Fabala' for the rest of your life?" Fiyero asked as the Thropp sisters were about to leave.

"If I tell you, will you stop bothering me?" Elphaba asked in an annoyed tone, turning back towards the prince.

"Yes," Fiyero nodded.

Elphaba sighed, but gave in. "Elphaba. My name's Elphaba."

"I can't believe it," Galinda whispered to her friends in the library. "I just don't get it. I don't know why she's pushing me away."

"She's the artichoke. Who knows?" Pfannee whispered.

"And she's in Madame Morrible's sorcery seminar. I worked so hard on my entrance essay, "Magic Wands, Need They Have A Point?", and I still didn't get in. And then she gets in because she breaks a lamp," Galinda complained, glaring at Elphaba, who was sitting a few tables away, reading quietly.

"That's so unfair," Milla chimed.

"So unfair," ShenShen agreed.

"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" a new girl asked.

"Not at all," Galinda said, gesturing for the girl to sit down. Smiling, the new girl sat down. She was about 5'3 and her shoulder length red hair was out, cascading over her neck. Her pale skin shone in the light and her blue eyes were enchanting.

"What's your name?" ShenShen asked, eager to learn more about the new girl.

"I'm Nelliee from the Glikkus," the girl said proudly.

"Wait… you mean you're Princess Nelliee, the daughter of King Yuylius the Great and Queen Taylianna the Gentle?" Galinda asked.

Nelliee nodded. "You're correct."

"Your Highness." Milla, Galinda, ShenShen and Pfannee quickly stood up and curtsied.

Nelliee giggled. "Please. My friends don't have to call me "Your Highness" or curtsy."

"We're friends now?" Milla asked hopefully.

"If you want to be," Nelliee smiled shyly.

"Of course. We would love to be friends," Galinda giggled, excited that she was going to be the princess' friend.

Nelliee smiled. "Thanks! So, what are you talking about?"

"Miss Galinda was just telling us about how the artichoke is ruining her life," Pfannee said, soothingly rubbing Galinda's back.

"Who?" Nelliee asked, scrunching up her face in confusion.

"Her," Galinda said hatefully, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the green girl in question.

"Wha- oh," came a sound of realization from Nelliee. Frowning, she scrunched up her face in disgust. "But… her skin is green. Ew!"

Galinda repeated her whole story to the princess.

"That's awful. And she's blind?" Nelliee questioned.

Galinda nodded sadly, blinking away tears.

"I know what will make you feel better, Galinda dear," ShenShen said, pulling the blonde into a gentle hug.

"What?" Galinda whispered.

"A party, down at the Ozdust."

Galinda sniffed. "Really?"

"We'll start planning now," Pfannee said, helping the petite blonde to her feet.

Unknown to them, Elphaba had heard their entire conversation and was on the verge of tears. She cursed her sightless eyes for allowing the salty water to form and fall down her cheek. Marking her page in her book, she grabbed her bag and cane and walked out of the library.

The night of the party finally came one week later. Galinda was in her dorm room, twirling around in her pink, frilly party dress. She was about to open a present from her Granny. Though she had her doubts about the present, considering the fact that her Granny had a history of sending her the most hideous hats, she had some faith in this one. She opened the present and… Ozdangit! Another awful-looking hat. Pulling the hat out of the box, she gaped at it in complete and utter horror. It was a dark purple, almost black, pointed hat that, if worn, would make the person look like a witch. She was about to cast it away, when Elphaba walked through the door. Galinda looked from the green girl to her hat.

Oh no, I couldn't, Galinda chided herself. Could I? "Oh, Miss Elphaba," Galinda sing-songed, trying to hide the fakeness in her voice.

Elphaba froze, surprised by the bubbliness in her roommate's voice. "Y-Yes?"

"You must wear this hat to the party tonight," Galinda said, pushing the hat into her roommate's hands.

"I'm not going," Elphaba said, pushing the hat back into Galinda's hands. She felt her way to her desk and placing her bag down. "I despise parties."

"Oh, come now, Miss Elphaba. No one can despise parties." The blonde was not going to accept 'no' for an answer without a fight.

Elphaba bit her lip and frowned, not wanting to go into her whole story about how parties created a chorus of unnecessary noises that her ears couldn't handle. "I have no desire to waste my time at such a frivolous affair."

Galinda scowled. "But I picked out this special hat for you. You would look perfect in it."

"I'm sure you think I would. But my answer remains idem."

"I still wish for you to come to the party."

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please?"

"If I say yes, will you stop?"

"Yes."

"Fine. I shall go to your party. Where is it?"

"At the Ozdust ballroom. Eight tonight," Galinda giggled, handing Elphaba the hat and skipping out of the room.

Elphaba sighed and began to run her fingers over the hat. It felt soft, almost silk-like. Smiling softly, she placed the hat on her dresser. She sat down on her bed and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. What had she gotten herself into?

Yes, for those of you who are wondering, Princess Nelliee is NellytheActress, who asked (*cough, cough* blackmailed) me to make her a princess in one of my stories. YOU'RE WELCOME, NELLY!

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