Hi. I'm not gonna tell you my name. Only my story. Anyway i'm gonna tell you how i discovered my life was full of lies, becuase obviously fairytales are fake. Am i right?

Just a bunch of poems and music by me

With a small dip of my head I looked under the table at my phone, entering things into google quicker than I thought of the words in my brain and by the end of the conversation Mrs. B had sent me a text saying: " Ok Elphaba, welcome to the Carlington Queensly school for girls."

Drawings and poems all by me, beginning to..... well I'm never at the end.