Metallic Memoriam

Chapter 5: I'm Not Your Puppet

Hazel's P.O.V.

I stormed into the coffee shop after getting kicked out of Blythe's. I asked the new barista, Kimbr, for my usual vanilla latte. I sat down at the farthest table and cried softly. Blythe is my best friend. Well, was my best friend. Sara has officially screwed up every aspect of my life. She has this twisted idea in her mind that she can control me and everyone around her. Blythe finally stood up to her senior year in high school and they haven't talked since. I still remember that fight clear as day...

-Flashback-

"Blythe you should forget about musical auditions and come with us to the new science exhibit. It's less of a waste of time." Sara commanded, walking up to Blythe's locker.

"Not really. A nuclear bomb couldn't stop me from trying out for Wicked. Besides, we can go tomorrow. The exhibit will still be there." Blythe grabbed her brand new messenger bag from her locker and shut it, re-tumbling her lock. She started walking towards the auditeria (auditorium and cafeteria combined) before Sara stepped in her way. "What Sara? You're going to make me late."

"Well then in that case you can come with us after all." Sara smiled sweetly as if she was doing nothing wrong, "Besides Blythe, you won't even get a part. No offense but you're not that great a singer."

Blythe was fuming. Two things to surely piss off a Cromwell: insult a passion, or, keep them from doing something they love. Sara often did both to Blythe. "Get out of my way, Sara. I'm going to the auditions."

"No you're-" Sara almost started when she was interrupted.

"Okay Sara. I. Have. Had. Enough. I am my own person, not your little pet that you think you can push around. I don't give a damn if you think just because your parents control every aspect of your life, you think you can control everyone else's. 'My parents make me work! They want me to get all A's and take college prep classes, which I'm perfectly capable of!' Sorry, Sara. I don't fucking pity you. You don't control me. You don't control Hazel. She's your cousin and I'm her friend. Your not our fucking wife or girlfriend or whatever. You. Don't. Control. Everyone. Get over yourself and get the FUCK out of my way!" Blythe let everything go in one very loud rant.

Sara and our other friend, Liz - whom we don't speak to anymore, not that we're not friends, she's just a very radical LGBT activist in D.C. - stormed out of the school. I laughed the entire time after she left and went down with Blythe to auditions.

-End Flashback-

Funny enough, Blythe got the part of Elphaba a.k.a. The Wicked Witch of the West a.k.a. THE LEAD PART, and I got the part of her sister, Nessarose a.k.a. The Wicked Witch of the East. Sara never talked to Blythe again, and hardly talked to me for a month before her mother made her.

Now she's back to trying to controlling me. I can't take it anymore with her. She made me drop out of college when I wanted to get an art therapy degree. Now she kicked me out of a band she wasn't even in. I've had it with her. I'm done.

Sara walks up with two cups of her favorite thing the cafe serves here, which is exactly what I hate. It's a smoothie from all vegetables. I can't stand any kinds of vegetables. Except for in Blythe's soups. "You can have mine Sara."

"No. You need to drink it. That's why I got it for you."

"I hate vegeta-"

"Just shut up and drink it Hazel. Quit being so ungrateful." Sara rolls her eyes and takes a sip of her grotesque drink.

"No." I get up from my seat. "If you can't go without being a control freak with me, never talk to me again. You're my cousin, not my warden." I snap, my words clipped and cold. I turn and get my favorite chocolate mint milkshake and walk out of the cafe.