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Ttile: A Wicked Childhood
Author: Grumbello
Rating: T Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, its characters or anything Gelphie :(
AN: I am sorry again, about the wait...this time I was just being lazy...sorry
Chapter 3
One evening over dinner, the topic of school came up much to Galinda's obvious delight when she groaned into her soup looked like she was trying to drown herself in it. Elphaba was intrigued; she had never been to school before. Galinda, on the other hand, threw a rather nice tantrum at the thought of even going to a school with other people. Galinda had only attended preschool before because her mother had home schooled her but Elise believed that it was time Galinda learnt around children her age and with Elphaba in the family, home schooling was going to be a little harder. Galinda was petrified but refused to let her parents see her so distressed, so it was at night time, in Elphaba’s arms that she cried her fears. Elphaba held her and soothed her, promising she was going to be there with her.
The first day of school seemed to race towards them and finally the day arrived. Galinda was close to tears, but Elphaba held her hand firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to calm her. Only on the front porch of the Upland manor did Galinda let tears slowly fall down her flushed cheeks but her mother just smiled and kissed her tear stained cheeks and lifted her into the carriage. Galinda sat in the carriage and through the entire trip wished she had been as brave as her mother had but the small blonde had failed to see her mothers tears fall as the carriage pulled out of the estate gates. The Upland carriage suddenly halted and the girls peered out at a brick building. The carriage had delivered them to the front gate of Quells primary.
Little children in various ages ran through the gates screaming and laughing with their friends. Elphaba watched from the spongy seats of the carriage as various students entered the rather large building swallowing back her fear, when she saw Galinda’s terror.
‘Come on my sweet, we will be fine.’ And with that Elphaba opened the carriage door and stepped out offering Galinda her hand to get down. Together the Upland daughters walked through the doors, hand in hand. A lady was waiting for them at the door. She seemed to be a rather portly character but had a smiling face. Her blonde hair was beginning to fade from age, the usually shimmering colour being replaced by premature grey’s that every principal experiences.
‘Ladies I am Mrs. Portsmire. Welcome to Quells Primary.’ Her small hands gestured to the open double wooden doors that expanded into a long corridor separate doors branching off into further sections of the school.
Elphaba had the feeling of entering a torture chamber, various rooms containing various devices, a child’s scream startling her before realizing it was only because a boy was holding a worm to a young girls face.
As thee three walked through the corridor, children began to point, laugh and some little ones screamed, at Elphaba as she passed. Elphaba was used to being stared at and talked about, but Galinda wasn’t and grew frustrated and a little upset at the children. Elphaba noticed her distress and squeezed her hand.
‘Calm Galinda, I’m fine.’
The two had discussed last night in bed, that their nicknames were to not be said in public as it could cause a bit of grief and Elphaba would have to deal with a lot already. At least children can be outright about these things, as demonstrated when one young boy came up to Elphaba and said.
‘Do you know you are green?’ With a smile Elphaba replied
‘Yes, thank you for stating that fact.’ Not at all offended or alarmed much to Galinda‘s surprise who had wanted to give the boy a lovely toothless grin. But Elphaba was used to this and knew that by the end of the day she would have had a million more questions from both students and teachers.
‘Ladies, I present you with your rooms.’ To the left of the corridor was a door with the sign MISS. BERKLE CLASS 3’4 WELCOME. ‘Galinda this is your classroom. Elphaba your classroom is this one.’ And Mrs. Portsmire waved her hand towards the door on the right which read. MR. ARSTRIGE CLASS 3’4 OPEN FOR ALL. Galinda let out a small sob.
‘Oh Elphie, they’re splitting us up.’ Elphaba felt all her fear surge up, but she kept a brave face for Galinda. Leaning close to Galinda so she could whisper, Elphaba tried to calm the blonde.
‘It’s ok my sweet, we’ll be fine. I’m right across the hall.’ And with one final squeeze of her hand. Elphaba and Galinda went their separate ways.
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Galinda walked into Mrs. Berkle’s class petrified. Her stomach would not stop rolling and at one point she was almost certain she would pass out. There were not many people in the classroom at this time, as it was still fifteen minutes till class began, but the teacher was sitting at her desk and a few students were chatting up the back. A couple sprawled out on the desks. No one seemed to notice Galinda’s entrance so she walked slowly up to the desk.
‘Excuse me. Are you Mrs. Berkle?’ The woman looked up with a smile.
‘Hello there. You must be Miss. Galinda Upland. Am I right?’ Galinda nodded shyly. ‘Welcome Galinda. Your desk is the third row, second from the left. As soon as all the children are in, I will introduce you.’ Galinda thanked the teacher and went to find her desk.
Mrs. Berkle was not an old teacher. She was actually quite young, having just graduated from Shiz University. Mrs. Berkle had warm honey colored eyes and a beautiful smile which helped put Galinda at ease, but as soon as Elphie entered Galinda’s mind, the terror sunk in once more.
Galinda found her desk quite easily, and sat down, waiting for the stream of students and the inevitable self introduction that she would have to perform if it was anything like preschool. Not to mention friends to make and then a whole two hours before recess when she could meet with Elphaba again. ‘Oh Oz Elphie, help me. I hope you’re ok over there.’ Galinda found herself praying.
After what seemed like an eternity, a bell sounded and feet were heard running in the hallway. A stream of students came through Mrs. Berkle’s door, and in less than thirty seconds, all seats were filled.
‘Good morning class.’
‘Good morning Mrs. Berkle.’ The children chorused in unison. Galinda did not join them.
‘Class we have a new student today.’ All heads turned to look at Galinda. Some girls and a couple of guys gave her a smile and slight head nod.
‘This is Miss. Galinda Upland. Galinda would you like to come up and introduce yourself?’ There it was. The undeniable self introductory. It really wasn’t a question of if she would introduce herself because in the end she always had to introduce herself, blasted teachers! Galinda stood and slowly walked to the front of the classroom. She could feel all eyes watching her as she moved.
‘H…Hello. My name is Galinda and this is the first time I have attended a school.’ There were surprised gasps. One girl put her hand up.
‘Why?’
‘My mom taught me at home, but when my sister came along, it became a little harder for her to do. She has a busy enough schedule anyway.’
‘What does your mom do?’ A boy piped up.
‘She runs the Uplands. Mom is Princess Elise Upland.’ Gasps were not only heard from the class. Suddenly Galinda was a very popular girl.
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As soon as the door shut behind Elphaba, the fear she had been holding was let loose. This was awful, she wanted to run, and was seriously contemplating it when a hand met her shoulder.
‘Hello, you must be Miss. Elphaba Upland.’ Elphaba looked up at the man who had touched her. He was slightly grey around the edges of his hair, but was quite handsome and muscular. Elphaba nodded.
‘Are…are you Mr. Arstrige?’
‘That I am. Pleased to meet you.’ He shook her hand, watching in amazement at how Elphaba seemed to react to the human contact. A slight flinch then undeniable strength both physically and mentally.
Mr. Arstrige is a professor in Childhood psychology. He is able to recognize any child’s distress, anger or pain. Even in those he does not yet know. Every one in school loves Mr. Arstrige. He looks to helping children, not tormenting them with homework and chores around the classroom. This year would be his thirteenth year at Upland Primary.
‘Elphaba, your desk is over there, third row, second to the right.’ Elphaba followed the teachers instructions with her eyes, noticing three or four students were also in the room. The others were still outside, waiting for common group bell.
‘Thank you.’ With no other words, or even a glance back at the teacher, Elphaba headed over to her desk, sat down and watched the front of the class. Not one muscle moved.
Mr. Arstrige usually got the new members to perform a self introductory, but the child in front of him gave off the feeling that she was not one to give a detailed description of herself. In fact, she seemed quite receded, afraid to tell anyone who she really was. He caught her eye and saw a slight pleading in them, with a soft smile and almost unnoticeable nod, her fears were put at rest. No introduction.
The bell rang and all the class members scurried in, occupying their seats in under thirty seconds.
‘Good morning class.’
‘Good morning Mr. Arstrige.’ The class chimed in unison. Elphaba did not join them.
‘We have a new member in the class. Her name is Elphaba, and I am sure she will love to talk to you in the playground.’ Heads whipped around to see the new girl and a loud wave of whispering erupted when everyone saw her colour. Mr. Arstrige knew this was going to happen and proceeded to halt the chatter as quickly as it had started. ‘Class enough, we are going to learn about algebra.’ The class let out a groan. Elphaba once again, did not join them.
‘Pssst.’ A young girl next to Elphaba tried to get her attention. A slight glance in her direction was all Elphaba was willing to give to the girl. ‘My name is Jesmain. Pleased to meet you.’
‘And I you Jesmain.’ And that was that. With a satisfied smirk at being able to talk to the new girl, Jesmain turned back to the front.
‘So can any one tell me how to find y?’ Elphaba’s hand shot up.
‘Sir, you eliminate the values on one side to get Y by itself, which is obtained by doing the opposite to the other side. If it is multiplied, divide, if it is added, subtract. Then you will find the value of y.’ the entire class looked at Elphaba in awe, as did Mr. Arstrige.
‘Thank you Elphaba, you are correct.’ A lot of the girls rolled their eyes. They didn’t like a new girl who could have potential over them. The boys though, were impressed. It seems Elphaba was suddenly becoming quite popular.
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I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so...(I can keep going if you want) so, sorry that I haven't posted this sooner. I do love to write this story but the document I try to upload doesn't like this and keeps screwing up and so I have to go to my main computer to post and my main computer is all the way upstairs and I don't usually use it and suddenly weeks have passed and my poor friends haven't gotten the next chapter. I feel terrible. Let me make it up to you...I WILL post the next chapter TOMORROW. And if I don't, may you all find me and shoot me. I give you permission.
Author: Grumbello
Rating: T Eventually NC17
Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked, its characters or anything Gelphie :(
AN: I am sorry again, about the wait...this time I was just being lazy...sorry
Chapter 3
One evening over dinner, the topic of school came up much to Galinda's obvious delight when she groaned into her soup looked like she was trying to drown herself in it. Elphaba was intrigued; she had never been to school before. Galinda, on the other hand, threw a rather nice tantrum at the thought of even going to a school with other people. Galinda had only attended preschool before because her mother had home schooled her but Elise believed that it was time Galinda learnt around children her age and with Elphaba in the family, home schooling was going to be a little harder. Galinda was petrified but refused to let her parents see her so distressed, so it was at night time, in Elphaba’s arms that she cried her fears. Elphaba held her and soothed her, promising she was going to be there with her.
The first day of school seemed to race towards them and finally the day arrived. Galinda was close to tears, but Elphaba held her hand firmly, giving it a gentle squeeze every now and then to calm her. Only on the front porch of the Upland manor did Galinda let tears slowly fall down her flushed cheeks but her mother just smiled and kissed her tear stained cheeks and lifted her into the carriage. Galinda sat in the carriage and through the entire trip wished she had been as brave as her mother had but the small blonde had failed to see her mothers tears fall as the carriage pulled out of the estate gates. The Upland carriage suddenly halted and the girls peered out at a brick building. The carriage had delivered them to the front gate of Quells primary.
Little children in various ages ran through the gates screaming and laughing with their friends. Elphaba watched from the spongy seats of the carriage as various students entered the rather large building swallowing back her fear, when she saw Galinda’s terror.
‘Come on my sweet, we will be fine.’ And with that Elphaba opened the carriage door and stepped out offering Galinda her hand to get down. Together the Upland daughters walked through the doors, hand in hand. A lady was waiting for them at the door. She seemed to be a rather portly character but had a smiling face. Her blonde hair was beginning to fade from age, the usually shimmering colour being replaced by premature grey’s that every principal experiences.
‘Ladies I am Mrs. Portsmire. Welcome to Quells Primary.’ Her small hands gestured to the open double wooden doors that expanded into a long corridor separate doors branching off into further sections of the school.
Elphaba had the feeling of entering a torture chamber, various rooms containing various devices, a child’s scream startling her before realizing it was only because a boy was holding a worm to a young girls face.
As thee three walked through the corridor, children began to point, laugh and some little ones screamed, at Elphaba as she passed. Elphaba was used to being stared at and talked about, but Galinda wasn’t and grew frustrated and a little upset at the children. Elphaba noticed her distress and squeezed her hand.
‘Calm Galinda, I’m fine.’
The two had discussed last night in bed, that their nicknames were to not be said in public as it could cause a bit of grief and Elphaba would have to deal with a lot already. At least children can be outright about these things, as demonstrated when one young boy came up to Elphaba and said.
‘Do you know you are green?’ With a smile Elphaba replied
‘Yes, thank you for stating that fact.’ Not at all offended or alarmed much to Galinda‘s surprise who had wanted to give the boy a lovely toothless grin. But Elphaba was used to this and knew that by the end of the day she would have had a million more questions from both students and teachers.
‘Ladies, I present you with your rooms.’ To the left of the corridor was a door with the sign MISS. BERKLE CLASS 3’4 WELCOME. ‘Galinda this is your classroom. Elphaba your classroom is this one.’ And Mrs. Portsmire waved her hand towards the door on the right which read. MR. ARSTRIGE CLASS 3’4 OPEN FOR ALL. Galinda let out a small sob.
‘Oh Elphie, they’re splitting us up.’ Elphaba felt all her fear surge up, but she kept a brave face for Galinda. Leaning close to Galinda so she could whisper, Elphaba tried to calm the blonde.
‘It’s ok my sweet, we’ll be fine. I’m right across the hall.’ And with one final squeeze of her hand. Elphaba and Galinda went their separate ways.
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Galinda walked into Mrs. Berkle’s class petrified. Her stomach would not stop rolling and at one point she was almost certain she would pass out. There were not many people in the classroom at this time, as it was still fifteen minutes till class began, but the teacher was sitting at her desk and a few students were chatting up the back. A couple sprawled out on the desks. No one seemed to notice Galinda’s entrance so she walked slowly up to the desk.
‘Excuse me. Are you Mrs. Berkle?’ The woman looked up with a smile.
‘Hello there. You must be Miss. Galinda Upland. Am I right?’ Galinda nodded shyly. ‘Welcome Galinda. Your desk is the third row, second from the left. As soon as all the children are in, I will introduce you.’ Galinda thanked the teacher and went to find her desk.
Mrs. Berkle was not an old teacher. She was actually quite young, having just graduated from Shiz University. Mrs. Berkle had warm honey colored eyes and a beautiful smile which helped put Galinda at ease, but as soon as Elphie entered Galinda’s mind, the terror sunk in once more.
Galinda found her desk quite easily, and sat down, waiting for the stream of students and the inevitable self introduction that she would have to perform if it was anything like preschool. Not to mention friends to make and then a whole two hours before recess when she could meet with Elphaba again. ‘Oh Oz Elphie, help me. I hope you’re ok over there.’ Galinda found herself praying.
After what seemed like an eternity, a bell sounded and feet were heard running in the hallway. A stream of students came through Mrs. Berkle’s door, and in less than thirty seconds, all seats were filled.
‘Good morning class.’
‘Good morning Mrs. Berkle.’ The children chorused in unison. Galinda did not join them.
‘Class we have a new student today.’ All heads turned to look at Galinda. Some girls and a couple of guys gave her a smile and slight head nod.
‘This is Miss. Galinda Upland. Galinda would you like to come up and introduce yourself?’ There it was. The undeniable self introductory. It really wasn’t a question of if she would introduce herself because in the end she always had to introduce herself, blasted teachers! Galinda stood and slowly walked to the front of the classroom. She could feel all eyes watching her as she moved.
‘H…Hello. My name is Galinda and this is the first time I have attended a school.’ There were surprised gasps. One girl put her hand up.
‘Why?’
‘My mom taught me at home, but when my sister came along, it became a little harder for her to do. She has a busy enough schedule anyway.’
‘What does your mom do?’ A boy piped up.
‘She runs the Uplands. Mom is Princess Elise Upland.’ Gasps were not only heard from the class. Suddenly Galinda was a very popular girl.
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox
As soon as the door shut behind Elphaba, the fear she had been holding was let loose. This was awful, she wanted to run, and was seriously contemplating it when a hand met her shoulder.
‘Hello, you must be Miss. Elphaba Upland.’ Elphaba looked up at the man who had touched her. He was slightly grey around the edges of his hair, but was quite handsome and muscular. Elphaba nodded.
‘Are…are you Mr. Arstrige?’
‘That I am. Pleased to meet you.’ He shook her hand, watching in amazement at how Elphaba seemed to react to the human contact. A slight flinch then undeniable strength both physically and mentally.
Mr. Arstrige is a professor in Childhood psychology. He is able to recognize any child’s distress, anger or pain. Even in those he does not yet know. Every one in school loves Mr. Arstrige. He looks to helping children, not tormenting them with homework and chores around the classroom. This year would be his thirteenth year at Upland Primary.
‘Elphaba, your desk is over there, third row, second to the right.’ Elphaba followed the teachers instructions with her eyes, noticing three or four students were also in the room. The others were still outside, waiting for common group bell.
‘Thank you.’ With no other words, or even a glance back at the teacher, Elphaba headed over to her desk, sat down and watched the front of the class. Not one muscle moved.
Mr. Arstrige usually got the new members to perform a self introductory, but the child in front of him gave off the feeling that she was not one to give a detailed description of herself. In fact, she seemed quite receded, afraid to tell anyone who she really was. He caught her eye and saw a slight pleading in them, with a soft smile and almost unnoticeable nod, her fears were put at rest. No introduction.
The bell rang and all the class members scurried in, occupying their seats in under thirty seconds.
‘Good morning class.’
‘Good morning Mr. Arstrige.’ The class chimed in unison. Elphaba did not join them.
‘We have a new member in the class. Her name is Elphaba, and I am sure she will love to talk to you in the playground.’ Heads whipped around to see the new girl and a loud wave of whispering erupted when everyone saw her colour. Mr. Arstrige knew this was going to happen and proceeded to halt the chatter as quickly as it had started. ‘Class enough, we are going to learn about algebra.’ The class let out a groan. Elphaba once again, did not join them.
‘Pssst.’ A young girl next to Elphaba tried to get her attention. A slight glance in her direction was all Elphaba was willing to give to the girl. ‘My name is Jesmain. Pleased to meet you.’
‘And I you Jesmain.’ And that was that. With a satisfied smirk at being able to talk to the new girl, Jesmain turned back to the front.
‘So can any one tell me how to find y?’ Elphaba’s hand shot up.
‘Sir, you eliminate the values on one side to get Y by itself, which is obtained by doing the opposite to the other side. If it is multiplied, divide, if it is added, subtract. Then you will find the value of y.’ the entire class looked at Elphaba in awe, as did Mr. Arstrige.
‘Thank you Elphaba, you are correct.’ A lot of the girls rolled their eyes. They didn’t like a new girl who could have potential over them. The boys though, were impressed. It seems Elphaba was suddenly becoming quite popular.
Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox
I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so...(I can keep going if you want) so, sorry that I haven't posted this sooner. I do love to write this story but the document I try to upload doesn't like this and keeps screwing up and so I have to go to my main computer to post and my main computer is all the way upstairs and I don't usually use it and suddenly weeks have passed and my poor friends haven't gotten the next chapter. I feel terrible. Let me make it up to you...I WILL post the next chapter TOMORROW. And if I don't, may you all find me and shoot me. I give you permission.