A/N: welcome to my first fanfic :) I hope you'll enjoy reading this! First chapter is rather short as I need to establish a "scene". Westerfeld and Uglies don't belong to me! Reviews are always appreciated xx
The sun was setting and the whole skyline glowed in a radiant gold, the wind whispering and the air carrying the promise of a soon-to-be warm and cheerful spring.
Fay, who was having fun with her hoverboard and oblivious of the time, gilded over the hill tops, which surrounded her nearby accommodation. Living there since five years didn't make it easier to grasp the idea of leaving soon. Not that she would be opposed to it. She wanted to be pretty, to be desired. But still, she would not be the same again. People were rarely seen after the "Change", and somehow she was thankful, that she would not have to look at their faces and become green with envy.
A ping brought back her attention.
~ Pug-la, where are you? If you are late again, you are done!~
Fay gave him the honor to reply, and did not miss to sigh at the prospect of her small claustrophobic dorm.
However, she knew that the wardens were keeping a close eye on her, after she deliberately set some substances on fire in chemistry class. But it was fun.
Sadly, the teacher's trust lessened after the "incident" and since she loved science, especially biology and chemistry, she experienced a hard time, after not being allowed to work on her own in the lab anymore.
Fay looked dismissive at her ping, turned her hoverboard around and headed back home.
"Tell me again", she insisted, while holding her tray and walking towards the cantine tables. "Are you deaf or something?", replied her friend with slight amusement in his voice. "I swear, this idea must be from the city governors. No one is..." She searched for a word to fill in, while placing the tray on the table and sitting down. "Behind than this", she finished. He shrugged and sat down next to her. "You know, just because we have to return to our dorms at ten o'clock now, doesn't mean we can't have fun anymore", Clayton replied. "Still", Fay insisted, "we are no kids." She picked up her fork and started eating, while keeping her other thoughts to herself. "That is probably why", Clayton said after a while.