The Wickedest Witch™

"That's why I call myself a witch now: The Wicked Witch Of The West if you want the full glory of it. As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention."
Let's get this over with. No, I'm not seasick. Yes, I've always been green. No, I was not fed grass as a child. I was born like this. Go ahead, gasp. Everyone else did. If you couldn't already tell, I wasn't the most wanted child of them all. My sister Nessarose was favored. Suprise, suprise. Too bad she doesn't have any arms.
I was shipped off to Shiz University. My father couldn't wait to get rid of me. And I couldn't wait to get out of Winkie country. That's where I stumbled upon Galinda. Lurlina herself couldn't have picked me a better roomate. We automatically hated eachother. Nothing in common, you know? Pink clashed with green.
Ever since I was born, I couldn't wait to meet the Wizard. I thought he would help me out, you know? After being an outcast my entire life, I hoped he could help me. Boy, was I wrong. That man only had bad things to say about me. Him and his anti-Animal rights. Oh well. It's just my luck to have nothing go right. I gave up on that dream, and returned to Shiz. Glinda and I finally began to get along. I even liked the little Barbie doll a little. So sue me.
Then there was the fateful day that the prince of Winkie country stumbled into my physiology class. Who'd of thought that the green witch would fall in love, right? Well, I did. And he helped me alot as I grew older. That boy's still got my heart. Make your own assumptions.
Fiyero and I faked our own deaths. It was the best thing at the time. I wouldn't change it. I just wish Gailnda knew we were still alive. Oh well. Take the good with that bad, is what I've learned.
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