So, I lost the bet. I am sorry. Really, I am, that you have had to wait. It's just...things have not been looking so hot in my life at the moment. First, I practically had a small melt down caused by stress, then I got sick because of the stress. I'm doing fine now, but that is why this is so late. School comes first. :)

Disclaimer: Poppy comes out in a Snow White costume. "La, la, la. What a beautiful day it is! Owning Wicked!" An evil, ugly looking crone comes out, holding a document. "Look here, my pretty," she croons out. "A document from Stephen Schwartz." Poppy smiles. "Oh, I hope he sends his best wishes! What does he say?" "He says, 'Get over your obsession. It's not healthy. Next time you try and take my ownership, I'll take your house and money. Got it?'" Poppy is stunned. "I'm not an owner?" "Nope," the crone hissed out. "You're just another fan." "Oh." Poppy faints to the floor, waiting for her ownership to come and wake her up.

"I WAS ON MY WAY TO-"

"Galinda!" Avaric shouted. "QUIT SHOUTING!"

I folded my arms in frustration. "My, aren't we a little hypocrite."

"I'm not a hypocrite. I'm tired, cranky, and haven't had my coffee. I don't feel like listening to a cream puff shouting in my ear."

I balked at him. Cream puff? "I'll have you know-"

"I don't care." He got up and took a notebook off his desk.

"What's that for?"

"I feel more professional with this. Maybe if I look more like a therapist, you'll all respect my rules. Now, Galinda, start from the beginning."

I placed my delicately manicured finger on my chin. The beginning…that was a very long time ago. I giggled to myself. Not too long ago. I'm not that old! "I believe my earliest memory has to do with my popsicle not buying me this adorable, pink, chiffon purse. He said I owned too many purses already, but I wanted that bag so badly!" I took out my embroidered handkerchief. "Oh, it was the most prettiest purse I had ever seen! With the beading-"

"He meant the beginning of our story," Fiyero so rudely interrupted.

"It's my story too," I argued.

"Galinda," Biq begged, "please, just tell your side." Poor Biq. He had to be stuck with nasty, old Fiyero. I didn't blame him for wanting to-

"Now. Chop, chop! Clock's a tickin'!" the old prick rattled off.

"Fine. I woke up to the lovely sun shining through the window…"

"Oh, what a beautiful morning it is!" I trilled, getting out of my bed. I skipped over the window and opened it, sticking my head out to admire the beauty of life. " Aahh la la la! Aaaah la la la la la!" I sang and all the little woodland creatures came into my room. "Oh," I chirped, "isn't this wonderful?" They chirped in agreement. "I need to get ready!" They followed me to my wardrobe. "My, this is quite hard. What ever should I wear?"

"Woodland creatures?" Elphaba asked incredulously. "You hate animals."

I stuck my nose in the air in distaste. "I do not. Now, Elphaba, quit being so rude and let me continue."

"Fine," she muttered.

"Anyways, I was singing away to all my woodland friends…"

"Oh, this is such a perfect outfit, Mr. Robin!" I sang out, spinning in the light, lilac dress. "You have quite good taste." The bird chirped in response. I gasped in surprise. "I do need a matching ribbon, don't I?"

Skipping over to my vanity set, I looked through my case of ribbons. "Oh dear," I muttered. "I don't think I have one! What ever shall I do?" Two blue birds flew through the window with the chosen ribbon. "Oh! You found it!"

I took out my hair supplies: a fork, curling iron, hairspray, glitter, and my diamond pin, and sat down. Humming a little tune to myself, I started my morning routine. With the sweet mice helping with my curls, I started to apply my make-up. What a swell morning!

Behind me, the little squirrels and bunnies were making my bed and cleaning up my side of the room. A little tune was started and I sang along until my appearance was perfect.

"What a splendid job you all are doing!" I cheered when I saw how clean my room looked. Brushing my hair with the fork, I admired my beautiful self in the mirror. "I look marvelous, don't I?" The animals chirped and stuttered their replies.

"Galinda! What have I told you about making so much noise this early?" Elphaba screamed, barging into our room. "I'm trying to have no life and study for a test that always seems to be going on when you're having fun!" She looked around at all my friends. "What did I say about the animals being in here? They're going to make a mess!"

"Elphie, you love animals! And I'm sorry for interrupting your study time. I know how important that is to you." A robin flew in with a pink flower. "Here. For you, my dearest friend. I hope this makes up for all the trouble I have put you through."

Elphaba looked at the rose and then at my innocent face. She threw the rose on the ground. "I don't think a stupid flower could make up for all you have done."

Tears started to flow from my dazzling, blue eyes. "But…but…" my lip quivered.

My friend just shook her head and left.

Fine. If that's how she's gonna take it. I announced to my woodland friends that I was leaving for my class.

Mr. Robin flew on my shoulder and asked what was wrong. "My dear, wonderful friend, Elphaba, doesn't seem to care about me. She stomped on my rose and walked away!" I took the handkerchief the gray squirrel offered. "She can be so mean and…and…so Fiyero like!"

"What?!" Both loser prince and B.F.F exclaimed.

"You heard me." I took out my compact and powdered my nose. Why did my nose have to look so shiny?

"I do not use all my time studying, Galinda," Elphaba defended. "And I love animals." She looked at me, humming away to my own little tune, and shook her head. "Where the hell did all the birds and animals come from, anyways?"

"My singing attracted them. Weren't you paying attention?"

"You can't sing," Elphaba stated bluntly.

I gasped, shocked at her lies. "I can so!"

"No, you can't."

"Elphaba, I so can sing."

"Galinda, you kill cockroaches with your singing."

"I do not!" My temper was rising. Taking deep breaths in, I tried to calm myself.

"Birds fall out of our tree, ending their young, innocent lives, just to get away from your voice."

I narrowed my eyes. "Now that's just mean."

"We have over fifteen nests in our tree, but no birds. Why, you ask? Because your voice scared them off."

"You wanna make a fight out of this?" I threw my purse on the bed and got up, putting my fists out in front of me. "Come on," I said, jumping around. "Put 'em up! Put 'em up!"

"LADIES!" Avaric shouted. "I am not going to get expelled because you two got into a fight in my room. Galinda, please, get on with your story."

"So I left my room and walked down the sunny path, on my way to class-"

"You don't go to class," Fiyero interjected.

I hit him on the head with my fan. "Hush it. Galinda is telling a story." I smiled at the group, a small giggle escaping my lips, before continuing, "I was on my way to class when…"

"Biq! What ever are you doing with a box full of feathers?" I asked, shocked when the poor, little boy fell in the mud.

"Um. Uh," he stuttered. "Project."

I sang out and my little friends came and helped him up, brushing off the mud with their tails. "What kind of project? Could I help?"

"Oh, well, no! No!" He took the box and started to walk off. "You cannot help, Miss Galinda."

I ran after him. "But I only want to help!"

"Galinda, you are such a little liar!" Fiyero accused, pointing his stubby finger at me. "You never act like that!"

"Fiyero, I am always like that. I can't help that you are not as caring and loveable as me."

"You're acting like those silly fairy tales."

"That's because my life is a fairy tale! Duh."

"Continue," Avaric muttered, massaging his temples.

"You can't! Go away!" He ran away, leaving me far behind.

I was stunned. Why was everyone being so mean to me? I was about to call out to Biq again when I saw a white feather float into my hands.

"What is this? A feather? Why would Biq have a feather?" A little paw tugged at my skirt. I looked down and my good friend, Mr. Bunny, pointed in the direction my munchkin friend had left in. "You think I should follow him?" He nodded. "Okay!"

"So you listen to a rabbit, but not to me?" Elphaba asked. "I tell you to clean our room, do your homework, or read a book and I get ignored. But when a rabbit tells you to follow someone, you hop right on it?"

"I am getting sick of being interrupted," I complained.

"Me too," Avaric said. "I'm making a new rule. If anyone interrupts, they have to pay up." He distinctly looked at me, Elphaba, and Fiyero. "Got it?" We all mumbled our cooperation. "Good."

"I'm not done," I complained. "I followed after Biq…"

Hiding behind a tree, I watched as Biq waited on the lawn for somebody. Why does he look so nervous?

Mr. Bunny pulled at my skirt and pointed to the north yard. I looked in the direction he pointed to and saw Fiyero running with two, jumbo sized jars of honey. What in Oz… I watched as my ex-boyfriend jog toward my dear friend, Biq.

"You got the feathers?"

"Yeah. I see you have the honey."

Fiyero grinned like an idiot. "Yeah. Took me a dinner date with the lunch lady, cleaning duty, and a signed contract saying I won't start another food fight, but I got the stuff."

Biq looked uneasy. "Are you sure we should do this? I ran into Galinda…"

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No! I'm not an idiot!"

Fiyero wiped his brow. "Good. I don't want them knowing about us dumping this stuff on them."

My eyes widened. They were going to do what?

"I still think this is a stupid idea."

"I could care less what you think. This is a brilliant idea. We're going to make those girl wish they never picked on me." The boys laughed and walked off with their prank.

I gasped. They were trying to get revenge on me and Elphie!

Taking out a piece of paper, I scribbled their plan and rolled it up. "Mr. Bunny," I whispered, "take this to Elphie. She needs to know."

He nodded and hopped away with my note.

"This is not good," I whispered to myself. Not good at all.

"If I recall, you came running into our room, blubbering about how honey and feathers would not go well with your outfit."

"Elphaba, Mr. Bunny sent you the warning," I said pleasantly.

"You owe me one coin, Miss Elphaba."

"For what?"

"You interrupted."

My green friend just growled. "Shove it, Avaric. She's done with her story anyways."

"I am?"

"Yes, because I'm going to tell the story now. It only makes sense."

Nessa looked up from her lap. "Excuse me, but I think I have been the only character not mentioned yet. It's my turn."

"No, it's my turn," Elphaba argued.

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" Fiyero cheered.

"Shut up, Fiyero. Fine," Avaric sighed. "Nessa, Elphaba, you're going to flip a coin."

"Heads."

"Tails."

He flipped the coin. "Looks like it's tails."

"Woohoo!" Nessa cheered. "My contribution to this story was when I saw…"