galinda's story

[galinda724]

i decided for my first fanfic (yea!!!) to write about one of my favorite characters who i feel is a bit ignored, not in a nor way, but cause while shes in all the stories, she really isn't and shes always the one who gets hurt, and so on and so forth, besides i think there more to her than most people make out, so for once the misunderstood is not the green girl but instead her one true friend, the popular blonde, yep galinda story (if you couldn't already guess from the subject! llam) ok, so the story doesn't really have a title yet, so if anyone thinks of one and wants to share that be really really great. so anyway, the subject is sorta self explanitory, its the galinda version of wicked, it takes you through galinda's life through her eyes from beginning to end. the purpose of the story is to show everyone another side of galinda, to pretty much continue what kristin was trying to do with the play, show everyone that galinda may appear to have it all, but she definatly has some major issues.

ok, getting this stuff out of the way

title: like i said before, doesn't have one yet, but feel free to make suggestions.
rating: um its pg for now, it might move up the pg-13 though, im not sure, if it does dont worry ill let you know.
other info: most is above, but umm lets see its mostly based on the play, though i did incorborrate some aspects of the book into it
disclaimer: i dont own oz, or any of the characters, or any of the shows diaglouge and songs (except the ones i made up ie:galindas parents and pertha hills neighbors) they all belong to l.frank baum, gregory maguire, winnie holtzman, steven schwartz, and the character development im crediting to the wonderful divas kristin and idina. though i did take some creative liberties.

so read, tell me what you think, but please be kind, this is my first fic, and there is a lot of personal truth in it.

here goes:

[galinda724]

Prologue


From the moment she was born, she was, well, perfect. Perfect hair, gold with a gentle curl, blue eyes and sweetest little laugh. Galinda Upland of the upper Uplands, was often thought of as perfect, and she knew it.

Right from the start she was told how lovely she was, and naturally those types of things do get to your head. In Galinda’s young eyes, the world revolved around her, and she should always get her own way. After all she had everything she’d ever wanted, or so she thought. See, some of Galinda’s numerous friends only liked her because of her beauty, her money, her popularity, or because they had to, not for her. Even at not yet six, Galinda knew she lacked something, but it wasn’t something her parents large bank account could buy, what she lacked was a best friend. But, like most girls, Galinda only cried into her pink ruffled pillow in the darkness and solitude of her own bedroom. The petite blonde knew that she was supposed to be a “public image” and was supposed to be bubbly, perky, encouraging, and well, blonde. So only the little girl’s pillow and dolls heard her sad weeps.

By the age of six, Galinda had perfected her signature hair flip; *flick, flick, toss, toss.* Or, she could, when the time presented itself, bounce into a hair flip so outrageous and over the top that it was generally referred to as the full body flip.

Six year old Galinda was already a social bee, no more of a social queen, nothing in Pertha Hills was society if it didn’t include her. For Galinda’s parents were society and naturally Galinda was going to follow their lead. All of the best parties were thrown by Galinda. And if Galinda couldn’t make a party, it was better to cancel than to have a party without her.

The six year old was an absolute favorite of almost everyone who laid eyes on her; and already she was fashionable. For her, fashion sense defiantly came at a very early age.

By the age of eight, Galinda was picking out her own exquisite wardrobe. The four walk~in closets that filled Galinda’s room, weren’t enough. The little girl occupied four other empty closets in her house and getting dressed in the morning could take hours, just to find the dress that she wanted. On the other hand, she was the only child in Frottica who could change her outfit on the hour and still not wear the same thing for a year!

Galinda didn’t actually begin making up words until she was older, about 11. And she didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened. Galinda, though quite beautiful and popular (not mention self centered and snobby), was not thought of as the brightest of people. Oh~ she thought of herself as a sort of Youthful Intelligence, but in truth, the blissful blonde brain of hers might as well as been filled with straw, for the amount of knowledge se used. It wasn’t that Galinda was dumb, she just wasn't permitted to do more than just show up and look pretty. In the rare moment that her parents were home, they had expressily forbidden being smart. Making up words had been purely accidental, for sure, Galinda thought they were real words. Or just a scam to get more attention. And no one wanted, or dared, to tell Galinda Upland that she was wrong. So, soon, all of Frottica, then all of the Pertha Hills took up the habit of mispronouncing words. Word of mouth spread the habit so soon the habit became a Gillikin trademark.

One day, a few months after 11 year old Galinda began to mispronounce words, a suave, ozmopolitain official came to the town of Frottica, in the Pertha Hills, on Emerald City affairs. He was charmed by little Galinda and her trademark curls, hair flip, and of course, her delicate speech with made up words embedded so perfectly into each sentence. He brought the habit back to the Emerald City and soon all of the ditizins of Oz and all their elected, or unelected as the case may be, officials adapted this new, Ozian way of speech.

Galinda’s early teenage years were both wonderful and terriable. She was loved (and sometimes loathed) by all. Loved for her popularity, her on-the-surface sweetness, her beauty, her "little" stance, and was often viewed by her jelousified classmates as snobby and self centered.

The sad part was that Galinda wasn’t as dumb as she appeared; she was actually quite bright, she was just never given the chance. Everyone felt that as Galinda was blonde, little, always bouncy and bubbly that she was just a dumbified blonde. Galinda was blonde, but not dumb. She had great worldly smarts and she could have been a great friend, had anyone gone to her or actually wanted to be her friend, not forced to because she was Pertha Hills number one it person. Galinda knew that although she had dates every night, and people clamoring to see her, that her beaus only wanted part of her galmmerfied estate, not her. She knew that while, to her face, everyone loved her, secrets were bounced along dark corners when her back was turned.

But, public images must be encouraging, Galinda learned that very early in life. And the thing is even if Galinda wasn’t a public figure, she’d have to act the same way, cause that’s what life was, to Galinda, to anyone of her nature, a lie. It’s a sad thing when you live your life pretending, always pretending. Being encouraging was a good lesson too, or at least, a good lesson for the purpose of Galinda’s “public.” But it meant that for Galinda, she kept her worries confidential and to herself. While everyone was willing to confide in her, none seemed to care about her, or her problems. No one seemed to find her troublefulled thoughts important. The ever pop-uuu-lar Galinda spent hours in the safety of her own pink canopy bed, sobbingly shaking, wet tears staining her pretty pillow. Galinda defiantly had issues, the 13 year old had all the friends in the world, and yet none of them really mattered. But Galinda didn’t realize that yet, and as she grew older she seemed to grow blonder and blonder, oblivionfied, and, if possible, more self assured, more self confidante, and her snobbicated manner grew too.

The year Galinda turned 16, her parents threw her a party that was the result of all of Frottica, Pertha Hills celebrating for weeks. Perhaps it was to compensate for their not attendicating to her enough as a child; but more likely it was to make themselves look good. For Galinda’s parents were always attending to their own parties, or Emerald City business. Instead of being there they sent her handfuls of exquistic gifts. In the place of themselves, Galinda’s parents hired a chaperone for her, Ama Clutch, to look after her.

As a rare occasion, Galinda’s parents joined in the festivities for a day, showered their daughter with gifts, and then left for more grandest occasions. It should come as no shock that Galinda grew more and more self confidante of her own abilitations, after all she had the entire town on a national holiday for her behalf. It was a celebration the Galinda-way, in every sense.

About a month after Galinda’s festivities ended, Galinda decided that she would apply to Shiz University. While it wasn’t one of the better Ozian schools, it was the best opened for girls. Galinda was sure she would be accepted, after all she was nothing if not the best.

Galinda’s admissions essay, “Magic Wands, Need They Have A Point” excisivanly quoted the Oziad and excessively great thought, and it looked nice too. It was written on lovely pink parchment, written with Galinda’s best pink feather pen.

Just as she expected, Galinda received an acceptance letter to Crage Hall, Shiz University. Another celebratin, more grandesque than her sweet sixteen, was planned.

Galinda’s favorite part was the shopping, going to Shiz required a whole new wardrobe on top of the hundreds of trunks she was already dragging with her. By the time she was finished she had added, in her words, another “eleventy-hundredy” trunks to her already bulging luggage.

The whole town of Forttica saw her off, for she was the first girl to be accepted to Shiz, not to mention that she was sort of a celebrity out in Pertha Hills. The trip down to Shiz was quite long. The other first class travelers admired the beautistious scenery surrounding them, but Galinda saw only her own reflection in the window.

“Shiz University! Last stop Shiz University!” the conductors voice was starlefiying to Galinda and roused her from her day dreams of~herself.

Looking out the window, Galinda, for the first time, saw something other than her own reflection, she saw the wonder of Shiz University and all its glory.

Galinda smiled to herself and prepared to embark on what would prove to be one of the most exciting adventures she would ever encounter.

[galinda724]

just decided to post some more cause i know the prolouge wasnt very exciting, it was jsut important you need to know info.

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Chapter 1


Galinda entered the vastmongous entry hall at Shiz. The building itself amazed her, the architecure, the size, not to mention the people. There were vasts amounts of people who all wore teh weirdest of styles.

There was one girl especially, Galinda didn't know what to make of her. The girl was tall, but then compared to Galinda, everyone was tall, even some of the muchinlanders were taller than her. The girl clearly had no fashion sense, Galinda wrinkled up her pretty face at that horrindible dress, her dark hair could almost seem pretty, if it wasnt in that horrible braid, and that face. Sweet OZ was she really the color, or was it just a trick of the light, no, the girl was really green.

"Ugh" Galinda muttered.

"What are you all looking at?" the green girl's voice jolted Galinda from her thoughts and it was only then that the blonde noticed that she, and the rest of the students were starring.

"What-do I have something in my teeth? Ok, lets get this over with. No-I'm not seasick, yes I have always been green, no- I did not eat grass as a child-"

"ELPHABA!" Here she was cut off as a man walked in pushing a girl in a wheelchair. Galinda gasped in reconition, wasn't that the Governer of Munchinland, and the girl in the chair, that was Nessarose-was that her name?- she was the governer's daughter. Now, Galinda hated politics, quite frankly, they bored her, but she did always hear her parents stories, saw pictures, and studied the clothes they all wore. Yes, it was Nessarose wasn't it and she was going to be the next Emmenty Thropp thingy, right?

The green girl's voice started her again. The girl had grapped Nessarose's chair and was exclaiming. "This is my sister, Nessarose, as you can see she is perfectly normal-"

"Elphaba!" the governer pulled her from the chair. "Please don't make a fus, your only here-"

"I know." Elphaba said. "For Nessa."

Galinda pondered about what she had just heard. So she was right about Nessarose (that was a pretty name wasn't it?) and her father, but then sho was the is green girl, Elphaba? Well it was a pretty name, if the person who wore it wasn't so groquteste. And hadn't she said my sister Nessarose, so that would mean that she was Elphaba Thropp, but there wasn't another Thropp girl, was there? Well, if there was, Galinda decided that there was good reason that no one knew about her.

Galinda was once again shaken from her thoughts by a Thropp sister (what was with them?), but for a change it wasn't the green girl. Instead it was the dainty Nessarose with a cry of delight. Galinda looked over to see the most beautious shoes in the hands of the governers daughter. They were silver, no were they red, now blue, and my OZ they were positivly wonderful! Galinda wanted those shoes, of course the fact that her feet were too small, but still, she wanted those shoes.
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ok, that wasn't the end of chap. one but im going to end it there for now, leave you all with something to think about.

tell me what you think!!!

[FaeAtShiz]

I like it. I like the back story. It really gives a good insight into her character. Do continue!

[Elphabaluv]

I love it! You really hit the self-centered Galinda...and you made me feel really sorry for her childhood...ooh do go on!

[dancinjillybean]

ooo, i like seeing this side of galinda! please continue...and soon!