Author's Note – My first Wicked fic…lemme know how I did. And yes, I spell grey like a Brit.

Disclaimer – They're Gregory's…I just playing.

Chapter One

"ELLLPHIIIIIEEE!!!!!! Wake uuuuppp!!!!!!" Glinda sang as she pounced on Elphaba's bed.

The young woman sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes and smoothing her hair. "What? It's early, Glinda, only eleven, what are you doing up so early?"

The tiny blonde grinned devilishly. "I'm taking you…SHOPPING!!!!!!"

The green witch's face fell, a look of sheer terror replacing the smirk she had been wearing from teasing her smaller roommate. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I am not shopping with you, under any circumstances. I clash with everything! Haven't we been through this already, Glinda?"

"You do not…white, purple, blue, black, yellow, grey, pink, red…See? You don't clash with everything…just a few colors." She put on a pout. "Pweese?" She begged.

Elphaba sighed. She wasn't getting out of this one any time soon. "Fine…" She breathed. I can't believe I'm actually letting her do this to me…

Glinda sprang from her position on the bed and leapt into the air, clapping her hands and squealing all the while. "Come on, Elphie, up, up, UP!" She grabbed the taller girl's hands and pulled her out of the bed.

The black-haired girl stumbled to her feet from the bed. She grabbed a change of clothes and headed to the bathroom that she and Glinda shared. Elphaba changed quickly, actually eager about her outing that day.

"Alright, let's go before I decide to change my mind," Elphaba said as she emerged from the bathroom.

"YAY!" Glinda squeaked, grabbing her roommate's hand and her purse as the two banged out of the dormitory.



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