I'm back! Now, I'm writing this new Uglies story. Basically, this is the Prettytime that happened before SW's books. Before Tally Youngblood, or the Crims or anything from the series. This is shortly after the operation was created. (Or, at least, shortly after it was perfected). Only famous people are Pretties. Otherwise, you're an ugly. Hope you enjoy!
~Ellie
P.S - I do not own anything in Uglies, besides my characters and this story. I wish I did, though!
Alison's pov:
My name is Alison Davis. I am fifteen years old. I live in what is known as the Prettytime. My best friend is Elyra. Elyra happens to be a pretty. She became famous at her career in singing. Soon, I'd have been a pretty too. Ely said she'd make me famous for my sixteenth birthday. I even starred in one of her movies along with her, playing the ugly who got into so much trouble and never turned pretty. It was totally awesome. My whole family and my dorm-mates considered me as famous already.
Then, one day, things went bad.
It started with me, going over to my mom's house. I walked down to her restaurant. My mom was never big on surgery. She had a chance at turning pretty, but she said no. Apparently, it had something to do with them "not being careful enough".
I walked into her restaurant, but it was empty. Usually, the place had a ton of people hustling and bustling around, trying to flag down a waiter or waitress, guys getting drunk and hitting on other girls. Sometimes, even pretties showed up here.
I walked up to my mom's apartment, just above the restaurant. It was empty too. I wondered if my dad had come back for her. My dad had run off and had become a pretty millionaire. He cheated on my mom, and then left us completely. That's when my mom opened the pub. That was ten years ago. If he took her, then he wanted one thing – me. Dad wanted me to come live with him and Meliana, (his girlfriend) in Prettytown, and for me to become pretty and have fun with Ely all day. Except I said no. Now, you're probably wondering why. I said no because I wanted to be pretty for something I had done. Not something someone else did for me. I didn't want to live with someone who alienated himself from us, cheated on us, and didn't care about us, instead of someone the complete opposite. But he wanted me.
"Mom?" I called hesitantly.
Then, I saw something. A note.
To the Davis family:
Aria Davis-Johnson has been taken to be turned pretty. It is now by law, commencing at 12:00 P.M of today, June 19, that all citizens over the age of sixteen, be turned pretty. Prettytown has been divided into Suburbs and what we call "New Pretty Town". All of who resist will be taken forcefully.
-Special Circumstances
What do you all think? Review, please!
~Ellie