Ambrie- A Pretty's Tale: Part I
This is my fanfiction of Uglies, taking place in the time period of Specials, so look out for spoilers! The Uglies universe and "Pretty-minded talk" was developed by Scott Westerfeld. Enjoy!
There was once a little pauper who gazed out her ugly village window every night, sighing at the sight of the huge, colorfully lit Royal Castle that spread out before her. All the beautiful princes and princesses lived carefree lives there. Then the poor girl remembered that soon would be her birthday. On that day, the Kings and physicians of the castle town would make her a princess. A beautiful, happy, perfect princess…
Ambrie woke from the familiar dream, drowsy with a ringing head… Last night's party must have been super pretty-making. Now it was just bogus. Ambrie groaned. Her head was screaming at her. Ambrie sighed and stretched, sliding out of bed and gazing intrigued at the mirror on her wall. "Good morning," the girl tried to sound cheerful in spite of her hangover.
"Good morning, Ambrie," the room replied. "My, aren't you looking lovely today."
Ambrie smiled a perfect, full-lipped, white-tooth grin at the mirror. Her skin was flawless and olive. Her even eyebrows rose sleepily over large, vulnerable eyes. She had had some surge done recently on the irises, changing them from a purple to a vibrant emerald. Her collar-bone length hair was a wicked, unnatural red that brought out the color of her eyes even better. Everyone would notice her, now. Everyone would notice the beautiful princess in New Prettytown.
She noticed there were a few pings on her interface ring. Three from Jemma, Ambrie's bestie, and one from… Ambrie ignored the last ping and listened to all of Jemma's messages. Of course, she bragged about the bash last night in one, commented adoringly on Ambrie's surge in another, and the last was an invitation to lunch. Ambrie smiled. She loved her best friend so much.
A little reluctantly, but almost in a haze, Ambrie listened to the last ping.
"Hey, Am. It's Makk. I know you think this whole thing is totally bogus, but please. It's real. I need to talk to you again. I need to show you what being bubbly really means. Just give me a chance? Even if it's a stupid, brain-missing idea? For me? Ok, I think one message will do. Talk to you soon, Ambrie-la. Peace."
Ambrie groaned again, more from the ping than her headache. Why did she have to continue to talk to Makk about totally fashion-missing things like being bubbly. She wasn't a Crim and could care less about feeling that way. Admittedly, she wasn't even sure what that way was. And what was with Makk's ping? He sounded totally not pretty-making and was all serious. He always called her "Am", which no one else did (Duh, because it was brain-missing), and why end the ping with "peace?" Ambrie sighed. Makk was just weird.
Trying to think about all those questions made her head hurt worse. It was totally bogus. She decided to ping Jemma back and ask for an earlier lunch. After all, it was already past breakfast and Ambrie was starving.
To be continued...