A/N: I know I haven't written a new chapter to Belinda in a long time. I have been a little busy. Well if you have been reading Inksong, I'm sure you would have noticed that I added another chapter (Yeah for me!). I hope you enjoy this second chapter for Belinda. Please read and review.

Belinda

Chapter 2
Yellow Dreams

"Okay, are you ready for your trip to Shiz," said Belinda's mother to her daughter.

"Yes," said Belinda in an excited voice, "I'm all set for the trip ahead."

"Make your mother proud of you, Belinda," she said as tears began to well up inside, making her have cloudy and blurry vision. She hugged her youngest daughter and remembered the day that Galinda, now Glinda, had left for Shiz and how sad she was. She remembered how lonely she had felt the next day without her oldest daughter's presence.

"I love you, mother," Belinda said with affection and admiration for her mother..

"And I do too," her mother said again, not wanting to let go of her beloved child. Belinda moved from her mother to her father, who gave her a pat on the back.

"Do your best," he said, "And have fun with new friends"

"I will," she said, pulling up her pink frilly skirts as she walked toward the golden carriage. She waved back to her parents, who were standing there and tossed her hair, "Toss, toss."

The driver came out and put her trunk in the back of the carriage. It was filled with numerous pairs or shoes, a large quantity of gorgeous fluffy gowns, and five uniforms for school.

The driver opened the door for her and she hopped in with much enthusiasm and delight. The carriage was pulled by two golden horses with pure white manes and tails. Each one had their own intricate designed golden bridle. They both were made of fine leather and had scarlet rubies and emeralds embedding them. The thin reins were held in the coachman's hands delicately and without tension.

"Drive me to Shiz," Belinda said laughing, girlishly and in high pitched tone, "I'm just starting term there and I'm really happyish,"she said using the word "happyish" on purpose.

"Certainly, Miss Belinda, you will be there in a short time," the driver advised her.

The coachman turned down the yellow-brick road that led them to the Emerald City and then to Shiz, and they were off. The horses pranced in a profound gait as their hooves hit the yellow brick. The sun was setting and colors streamed across the hazy blue sky. Belinda pulled a lambswool blanket out of her trunk and snuggled close to it. Her eye lids began to close and she drifted away into sleep, dreaming of the yellow-brick road.