A Wicked Hand Of Cards

Sitting in the dark corner, holding a love note. Wondering why I am here, who took me here? So many thoughts running through my head. Mostly everything went back to the one question, why?

My names Elphaba, everyone calls me Elphie. I was sitting in my algebra class not paying attention, like usual. My boyfriend Fiyero passed a note to me saying how much he loved me and that if we could go out on a date on Friday. I wrote back saying how much I loved him too and that I would love to go on a date on Friday. After class he ran up to me and started walking to my next class even though his was on the other side of the building and he would have 2 minutes to make it all the way over there after walking me to class.

I got to class and my best friend Glinda was sitting at her desk doodling some picture on a paper. She always did this. Even if we were in gym class or talking on the phone. She was one of the people who always kept to themselves and had pretty much one friend. People made fun of her a lot, they even made fun of me for hanging out with her. Sometimes they said that I only hung out with her because her parents were rich or that I felt bad for her.

Glinda knew none of these things were true of why I hung out with her. She was my best friend I’ve hung out with her longer then I can remember even before her parents got rich over some oil or something. Her dad was a lawyer and her mom was a vet. But I think they found a oil thing in there back yard when they were putting a new well in their back yard that’s when they sold some of it and moved into a new bigger house and turned their old place into a oil mine thing.

Glinda put her head up out of her notebook she was doodling in long enough to smile at me and make sure I was sitting by her (even though I did every day). I sat down next to Glinda and that’s when it started. Some preppy girl from the other side of the room started talking about me loud enough to make sure I and everyone else in the room could hear her. Her name was Keri. People who were friends with her were only friends because she had money and her parents were senators for the united states. That’s when everything started to happen. My luck was running out and fate had dealt me a wicked hand of cards.