Hey. This story takes place before Uglies, when the mind-rain first began. Also, when they created Specials. Its about Ocean, who becomes the first Special ever..and how the process of being Special, didnt exactly work out. Review please :)

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Introduction

My name is Ocean Apramas. Dont ask. Honestly. My mom has these weird names she keeps in her mind, and when I was born, she just had to use one of her freaky deaky names. But that is beside the point.

The new Pretty's have been rolled out, much like a new toy being put up for buisness. Everyone turning the age of 16, gets an automatic body transformation. Infra-red-complete-clarity vision occupied newly processed eyes, complex bone structure, making it easier to self-heal, and rejuvenate to full health after injuries. Platonic finger nails, jaw bones, foot bones, all more insanely muscular, but not too muscular. Wrinkle-proof skin overtook your body, shiny, beautiful, and perfectly toned. Your muscles were fashioned stronger, your hair formed to be non-brittle, strong as wire, but silky and smooth all the same. You became hard to describe, elusive in many ways. But all the same, you would become..

utterly

drop-

dead

gorgeous.

Perfect in every way. Looked twice by us normals, wondering how they got to be so..pretty.

It was the surgery of course. And I was normal. Everyone around me was normal, everyone in Uglyville, that is. New Pretty Town was cut off by us, with a great river. Of course, anyone could cross the river. Unless you wanted to get caught by the wardens, or the robots. Or even a Pretty.

The surgery became more popular. New Pretty Town boasted with beautiful-ness, fireworks coming on everynight, a celebration around every corner. It was annoying, to us. Sitting in our lonely dorms, staring out our windows, with robots by our sides chirping out random instructions, our bedtimes, when we had to get to class.

To them they had no bedtimes. No rules. Life was just one big party. Noone in our dorms realized how hypocritical they had become until they sat in for the surgery themselves. They became beautiful, and forgot their old life.

And pretty soon, Specials came out of the line. They were shone on billboards, reported on intercoms, T.V's, radios, skintennas..you name it.

And if you were somehow clever enough, somehow strong enough, they would take you in an pick you.

I was picked.

I dont know why. Honestly, I dont. All I know, is that I was going to become the test expeirement, the one who became Special first.

And as I looked out at the withering trees, which were beyond my dorm window, I thought.

Being twice the things Pretties were...Special. I repeated it in my head. They said it was completely safe. I just needed to give informed consent. And then, bam.

Special.

But, if being Special, meant being almost like a Pretty..I didnt want that.

But, they said I would be stronger than Pretties. Godly in features, radiant in all senses. Superhumanly.

What about the mind? What the hell would happen to my mind if I gave in?

I had lost my best friend, because she had become a Pretty. She seemed brainless now, oblivious to everything but cliques, parties, and new style's of surges.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be quite like that.