How Did Glinda Become A Wicked Witch

Once upon a time, there were four sisters. Glinda, but you may know her as the Good Witch of the South, Elphaba, or the Wicked Witch of the West, Nessarose, or the Wicked Witch of the East, and Locasta, or the Good Witch of the North. Out of all the sisters, Glinda and Locasta were the favorites. Their mother gave them all the attention, and gifts. There was never anything left for poor Elphaba and Nessarose. Besides being the favorites, Glinda and Locasta also inherited the good looks, brains and talent. Whenever it came to magic, the Glinda and Locasta always outdid Nessarose and Elphaba.

One day, when the sisters were all about 18, Elphaba and Nessarose started a fight. “Mom, Glinda keeps stealing my hairbrush!” complained Elphaba. “Locasta keeps stealing my shoes too!” exclaimed Nessarose. “No I am not!” replied Glinda and Locasta, as they used their magic to put the hairbrush and shoes back in their

places. “Girls, calm down,” declared their mother, “Elphaba I can see your hairbrush right on your bathroom counter, and Nessarose, your shoes are STILL sitting on the bottom step of the stairs. Stop trying to get your sisters in trouble.” ”This is so unfair!” screamed Nessarose and Elphaba in unison. “Fine,” shouted Elphaba, “if you are never going to believe us, I guess Nessarose and I have no choice but to leave.”
So the next day, Nessarose and Elphaba headed off to find some place to stay. They walked for days and nights, because at that time, it was not common to be riding around on a broomstick. One day, they saw a giant field of poppies off to the East. “Hey,” exclaimed Nessarose. “Why don’t we just go sleep in that field of poppies? It would only be about a day’s walk, and then we could rest there.” “I don’t know Nessarose, I have read about those flowers. The rumor is that once you get a whiff of them, you will never wake up from a deep sleep.” advised Elphaba. “What are you afraid of a little rumor?” accused Nessarose. “Of course not, but I wouldn’t risk my life just to lay down in a field of poppies!” explained Elphaba. “Well you can sit out here and perish of loss of sleep, but I am going to lay in those poppies, no matter what rumor you have heard!” spat Nessarose, as she headed away to the East. That was the last Elphaba ever saw of her sister, the Wicked Witch of the East. So Elphaba headed off to the West, to get as far away as she could possibly could.
One day, Elphaba heard a noise, and she thought it sounded like a cackle. When she finally found the source of the noise, she almost west her pants. It was a monkey, but not just any monkey, a very BIG monkey. “Why hello there, um…. big monkey. Do you mind if I practice my magic on you? I haven’t been able to practice, ever since my sister and I left home, because I forgot my wand. But what my sister doesn’t know is that while she was waltzing away to her magical field of poppies, I stole her wand. Now, turn around, I need to give you special powers. Hmmm, how about mind reading? No, that would be useless because you couldn’t tell anybody about what you had seen. How about being able to talk? Yes! That is it. I will grant you the power to talk, even though you are a monkey. Ok, now stand very still.” and Elphaba cast her spell on the monkey. “Hmmmmmm……” she said as she examined her creation. “I think I messed up. Well, now you can fly.” Elphaba exclaimed, as she looked down at her flying monkey.
So Elphaba continued with her flying monkey friend.

One day, she stumbled upon a little town. “Maybe somebody here could help me.” questioned Elphaba. Then, she turned around and saw the most hideous, but gorgeous site she could ever see, Glinda and Locasta, on the front page of the newspaper. Glinda and Locasta, the Most Beautiful Maidens of All read the newspaper title. Elphaba stormed off, determined to finally beat her sister at something. When she reached her home, she looked in the mirror. Hideous as always. So she pulled out her wand and cast a spell on herself to make her the most beautiful maiden of all. But as you know, Elphaba was not very talented with magic. When Elphaba looked in the mirror, she could not believe her eyes. She was even more hideous now, then ever before. She was GREEN, and I mean GREEN. Head to toe, green. Elphaba was so terrified that she ran off to the haunted forest in the West, never to be seen again. Until one day, a young girl with pig tails and ruby red shoes, happens to wander into her forest. But that is another

story.