Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. I did not write Wicked. If I did, I would be very proud of myself. And rich. The italics are the original lyrics from "What is This Feeling?" I merely use them as a preface to my actual writing. Therefore this is not a songfic. Yay. I'm glad that's settled.
Dearest darlingest momsie and popsical,
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz. But of course, I'll rise above it, for I know that's how you'd want me to respond. Yes, there's been some confusion, for you see my roommate is… unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe. No, I did not choose her as my roommate; Madam Morrible did that. Even when I spe-ci-fi-ti-fic-al-ly requested – no, demanded it, she still put me in here with this… freak! Yes, I'm aware that it's only the first day and that my opinion may change, however, I have a feeling it probably won't. Meanwhile, I'm making plenty of other friends, so I'm feeling all right about that. I love you both very much.
your wonderfullest daughter Galinda
My dear father,
There's been some confusion over rooming here at Shiz. But of course, I'll care for Nessa, for I know that's how you'd want me to respond. Yes, there's been some confusion for you see my roommate is… blonde. That's it. Nothing but shallow, pink-loving, and blonde. I can already tell we're going to end up loathing each other for the rest of our lives.
I had a vision today that someday, all the people in Oz will be celebrating me for some reason. I couldn't really tell what exactly about me they were celebrating about; it was somewhat hazy. Well, it was just a vision all the same. I should really get back to this essay I have to write for Doctor Dillamond's class, so I will be ending this letter here. Nessa is fine, so unless for some reason we have an emergency, I don't plan on writing soon. I hope everything in Munchkinland is going well.
your daughter Elphaba