Okay, things get a little weird here. Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I just haven't been around. Hope you enjoy!

(I do not own Uglies, it is owned by Scott Westerfeld, who has proven to be a very interesting author)

Ali's pov:

This was it. It had been a week and a half since my decision had been made. Elyra still didn't quite understand it all, but she decided to join me, because she was still up for adventure. She realized that the government just made you into a spoiled brat and pretty much kept you prisoner.

Together, we hid out in different abandoned places in what was now called "Uglyville", and packed whatever we needed to run away. Water purifiers, dehydrated food, and some other stuff is pretty much everything. Before we left, I learned how to make my own clothes and sew from my grandmother, who lived in the time (as a child) during the after-math of the Civilization Crash, or what some people like to call, Doomsday. (Usually, it is referred to as C.C.)

Tonight though, was our night to run away. We decided to take a few other rebellious "uglies" with us, as well as some "pretties". I really didn't like the separation between the two. Really, we are all just people, but yet the government somehow separates us by age and gives us classifications.

The so-called uglies who followed us were Kara, Zaden, and Drag (who were twins). Kara, the only female out of the three, had convinced her friends that the operation was useless, and that everybody should be treated equally.

The so-called pretties who we collected had the names of Fendore, Saven, Hem and Cleandra. Cleandra and Kara quickly bonded, being the only two females recruited.

The clock was ticking. Soon, it would be 2:00 AM, the time we had waited for. Soon, we would take our hoverboards and run. Soon, we would be free.

Time passed ever so slowly. The clock ticked, minute by minute. Then, a knock came at the front door. Everybody stopped moving. We were all afraid that it may be the city government, trying to take us all into custody. But then, we heard crying. It sounded like a little girl. Nobody dared to move; we all thought it was a trap.

The door opened slowly, to reveal a small girl in a dirty dress. She had big blue eyes and honey-caramel coloured hair. She was adorable. She was about five or six years old.

I looked at Elyra. She looked stunned. I looked around at the others, who all sat in silence, staring at the girl. The girl walked over to me and stared at me.

"Mommy?" she said.

"Um… no. I'm not your mommy," I said, slightly embarrassed that a little girl would come over to me and call me 'mommy'.

She crawled closer. "Mommy," she said again, more firm. Her voice tinkled with a familiar sound.

"No, sweetheart, I'm not your mommy," I said again.

She got up and came to sit on my lap. "You. Are. Mommy," she said.

Elyra looked ready to explode from repressed laughter. Kara and Cleandra both looked admiringly at the girl. Zaden and Drag were looking at me and the girl, trying to see a similarity. Fendore looked ready to go to sleep. Saven looked ready to leave. Hem looked… interested in the girl. Which was weird. But, then again, Hem was weird.

"Mommy not remember me?" the girl asked innocently.

"For the last time, I. Am. Not. Your. Mommy," I said again, getting slightly annoyed with the girl.

"Yes, you are," said the girl.

I didn't bother to respond.

"My name is Evermore Amore Davis," she said. "And yes, you are my mommy."

So, what did you all think? Remember to comment

Till next time,

~Ellie