Author: xXHeart of GoldXx PM
Analena Chuffrey is a crippled, socially awkward girl with dreams to become a famous composer. Her dreams seem within her reach when she is accepted into Shiz. However, her history professor, Miss Belle, says otherwise.Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,468 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 2 - Updated: 05-10-12 - Published: 05-09-12 - id: 8101605
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Analena sat on her bed as she folded the clothes she had chosen to pack in her suitcase. Her mother assured her that she could have the maid pack for her, but Analena wanted to do this herself. There wasn't much she could do due to her physical handicap. She knew that she couldn't walk because she was dropped as an infant- she had been told that much during her time in the mauntery. The green woman had confirmed it because she had been the one who dropped her. The green woman honestly thought she couldn't understand her because she never spoke, but she could understand. She just chose not to comment. She didn't want to think of her awful birth mother, so she continued folding her dresses. "Your mother is waiting downstairs," a maid informed her.
"Okay, thank you. Could you send someone for my bags, please?" she asked kindly.
"Of course, Miss Analena." The crippled girl thanked her and made her way down to her mother. Glinda smiled warmly at her and brought her into a hug.
"Oh, my baby is going off to Shiz already! How time passes!" Glinda said. Analena looked up into her mother's pretty blue eyes for she was shorter than her, only standing up at a full height of four feet ten inches due to the fact her growth was stunted back in the mauntery when she wouldn't eat.
"It's only Shiz," she said, attempting to be modest as she leaned onto her forearm crutches.
"Only Shiz? Why, Ana, you're going off to university! You're going to be the most famous composer someday," she said to her as she began to lead her out towards the carriage. Analena rolled her eyes as her mother's happiness for her, although, she was feeling about the same way at the moment. They walked slowly up to the extravagant white carriage with the white horses.
"There's my girl!" her father, Sir Chuffrey said as she approached him. She loved her father, but he was getting rather old and probably had twenty years on her mother. It kind of bothered her, but the two seemed to get along well enough. It was obvious her parents didn't hold the kind of romantic love that they should have, but everything was peaceful in the household, so Analena didn't have any complaints. "I cannot believe she's leaving the nest," he said as he helped his wife into the carriage.
"Oh, don't I know it! She grew up too fast," Glinda said. Chuffrey nodded in agreement as he lifted Analena up into the carriage, then Glinda helped her sit down as Chuffrey got in himself. She was seated beside her mother and across from her father. Her two parents chatted about how wonderful their daughter was and how amazing she was going to become once she graduated.
"You do know that I'm right here, don't you?" Analena said, crossing her arms with her eyebrow raised. Glinda has once commented that she reminded her so much of Elphaba, especially when she gave her that look. However, Analena had a fit being compared to her birth mother whom she despised so much, and that was the end of that.
Glinda merely let out a soft chuckle, no, it was more of a giggle, Analena decided. She leaned up against her mother, exhausted from waking so early to catch the train on time.
"Wake up, Ana," Glinda said as she nudged her daughter awake. "We must hurry if we want to make the train." Nodding, she rubbed her eyes and let her father lift her out of the carriage. She was forced into her wheelchair so she wouldn't get lost or trampled due to the fast pace of the station. Her father pushed her wheelchair with ease, although, she knew, he tired easily nowadays.
She looked at all of the people rushing about- humans and Animals alike. She stared at some of the guitar players and longed to join them with her violin despite the fact they wore little to know clothes and were quite the spectacle with their yellow teeth and greasy hair.
Ana looked over her shoulder and saw the male servants carrying her things. Honestly, she felt bad that she couldn't help them, but they were more than happy to help little Miss Chuffrey.
Analena was brought to her feet to bid her father farewell. She cried into his chest, and hadn't realized how hard it would be to leave her home, and most importantly, her family behind. "Shh, my little angel. I'll be seeing you sooner than you know it. You're going to love it at Shiz, just like your mother."
"Maybe I shouldn't go," Analena said, having her doubts.
"Now, you're just being crazy," he said and kissed the top of her dark hair. "Just last week you were sick of us!"
"Yeah, but I didn't have to leave you then," she said and was placed back in her chair for she couldn't hold herself up much longer. She felt her mother reach over and wipe away her tears gently with a handkerchief.
"It's only goodbye for a few months, angel," he said to her. "Now, behave for your mother, okay? You know she isn't great with directions despite making the journey herself all those years ago." This made Analena chuckle. No, she cackled.
"She couldn't find her way out of one of those new telephone booths!" she said.
"Hey, now. As true as that may have been, I have them figured out now," the blonde said.
"Do you?" Chuffrey chuckled and kissed his wife on her cheek. Analena noted he never kissed her on the lips, but refrained herself from mentioning it for the moment.
But once she was comfortably seated next to her mother when the train departed from the station, she looked up at her. "How come you and father never kiss on the lips?" she asked, watching her mother flush.
"I'm sure we do," she said.
"No, you don't," Analena persisted. Glinda sighed and looked out the window. "You two don't love each other like you should." It wasn't a question, but an observation. "Are you getting a divorce?"
"Oh, Oz no! We would never!"
"I don't want you guys to stay together because of me, though. I want you to be happy, mommy."
"You are so sweet, but I am very happy. If I want out, I wouldn't hesitate to ask for a divorce," Glinda said, but Analena knew it was a boldfaced lie. Her mother cared too much about appearances to ever get a divorce.
"You prefer the company of women. And father prefers the company of men." Glinda was silent at her daughter's words. Analena didn't blame her. After all, if she was normal, she knew she wouldn't have said anything. But she knew she wasn't. She could barely look most people in the eye, and she wasn't quite good at most things other than her music. No response was needed for Analena to know she had their peculiar relationship figured out.
Upon arriving at Shiz, Analena was amazed. Her mother pointed out the various different types of architecture and the buildings on campus. Analena rode in her wheelchair, letting her mother push her towards Crage Hall so she could receive her room assignments. "When I first arrived here, my Ama got a nail in her foot, so I had to come here all by myself."
"It wasn't too bad," Glinda said.
"You finding your way around campus seems terrifying, not arriving alone," she joked.
"You and your father found great pleasure with that telephone booth," Glinda sighed as her daughter laughed. Of course it was hilarious, but the blonde didn't find it so funny when it happened to her.
"Oh, stop your pouting. I love you, and you know it," Analena assured.
"I know," Glinda smiled as they entered Crage Hall. Room assignments were posted on the wall alphabetically by surname. Analena's room was on the first floor, number one hundred thirty four. The building was bustling with girls all excited and squealing amongst one another as they found their room assignments. Glinda longed for Analena to be happy with them, maybe wheel herself over there and join them. But she knew she never would, for her daughter wasn't very social and she kept to herself, just like Elphaba had.
"Let's go to my room," Analena said, not even caring that none of the girls went to speak to her. Who would? Her features were sharp, she had those braces on her calves to stabilize her, and she could barely make eye contact with anyone. Glinda merely nodded and they found her room with ease. Her luggage was dropped off, and after saying a heartfelt goodbye to her mother, she took out some paper and continued working on her symphony.