Post by Namine Joy LeBeau on Dec 9, 2011 7:01:38 GMT -5
The Littles, or should I say new Uglies, walk along campus with their guide. They nervously and shyly move, scared of all the older Ugly faces around them. Their little hands clutching onto their bags and some, who have lost their bags or their stuff was dropped off by their parents, cling to the fronts of their shirts.
"Its pathedic," Flynn passes me the binoculars as I scope out the new comers... Maybe one of them was Crim enough to join the Crims. That's right, we're a group of Uglies bent on braking the rules, and our biggest goal has been to brake the biggest rule of all... Acting like a bubble head after the operation. It seems to be an unspoken rule, but its still a childish one. I thought turning sixteen was about growing up, not becoming stupider.
But then one of my friends became a pretty.
She had been one of us, determined to brake that code, that utterly stupid rule. So I pulled a few tricks and soon we met face to face to ask how she felt about being the only smart pretty.
But she had changed to.
She was one of them, vapid and vain. That night would be the first and last time I cried over a pretty. As long as I am me... I will not cry over something stupid like... Losing a girlfriend...
"Az! Stop hogging the specs," My second in command, Nelli, growls and takes them from me. "And stop spacing out, we can't have our leader falling off of his hover board."
Looking down at the surface below me, I smirk. A quick cut over into her flight area and she falls a little bit, but her crash bracelets catch her. I laugh down to her as I descend and take by the binoculars, "Wasn't done scoping yet, Croak." Croak being her Ugly nick name, she has the croaked teeth in existence, her smile making all over Ugly smiles look Pretty. I then hover back up to my spot at which I actually scope them out with a quick flash. The only thing unusual about this hall being one whom is the smallest and black haired, they're tagging far behind, reluctant, it seems, to follow close behind.
"Hmm... Doesn't look like anyone we need to keep a close eye on... But I just found one some of less mature Uglies might make their new play thing." We each take a turn looking now, the seven of us, the Criminals or Crims for short.
A soft sigh come from my farther back left, "That's really too bad." That's Cherol for you, mothering as always. "Maybe we should make that our special project."
I snort, "If by special you mean make sure he doesn't get picked on." I watch as he trips and his bag's contents go flying. "Slim chance, Fatty... We'll most likely just get him more attention... Lets let this duckling be..." Her nickname, she has a slight eating disorder, but that's alright, she's an amazing Crim and smart to boot. And that's why I know she knows that my tone of voice just means they need to back off, I'll take care of this one...
- - -
"Fransico Durelli? Durelli?" An exceptionally pretty Middle Pretty calls from her list of names. "Fransico dear... If You're here please come forward. This is your dorm little one." My blue pale, almost white, blue eyes look up to her as I step forward. All the others moving away from me as I walk into my dorm on the third floor with a window view of New Pretty town.
"Th-th-thank you, Miss," I duck my head and race into my room. Its bare, but that's how I like things. Life isn't important until you're a pretty... Until you can get the operation and look normal... Tan skinned, normal-blue eyes, and brown-not-black hair.
I can't wait to be sixteen... But that's six years from now... Six long years of more teasing and mocking...
My hands grasp onto my bag tighter and go to lay it down on the currently way to big bed. I frown to myself.
I'll be normal sized then too, not the smallest in my class anymore. Everyone will be the same... I will no longer be Shrimp, Shorty, Teacher's Pet, nor Witch.
Still that's six years from now...
I don't know if I can wait that long...
My eyes glance to the window and a gasp leaves me.
Its not New Pretty town I see.
Its not the fireworks that had started in the late sunset colored sky.
Its none of those things.
Its a group of seven people flying through the night. Something whipping behind them and in this light they look like what Rusty legends must of.
But as quickly as they were there they are gone.
My excitement dies after a while.
A ping tells me its diner time.
I'm not hungry.
So I kick off my shoes and unpack my bag a little before slipping into PJs. Shortly afterwards I crawl into bed, "Good room."
"Good night Fransico."
The lights go out and I can fall to sleep, even if I feel really lonely and home sick. Being here so far has been better than having a mother that doesn't even realize you're there... And a father whom loves his work so much he's never home.
Becoming Pretty will make both of them notice me.
I hope I can sleep for six years...
- - -
I would like to introduce you all to my newest project...
COSMETIC PULSE
Based loosely on the Uglies Universe created by the amazing author Scott Westerfeld. Now there will be more of this later... I just wanted to get this out there ^^' Hope no one minds *giggles*
TTYL~<3 Time to leave~~~<3 (Sorta)
"Its pathedic," Flynn passes me the binoculars as I scope out the new comers... Maybe one of them was Crim enough to join the Crims. That's right, we're a group of Uglies bent on braking the rules, and our biggest goal has been to brake the biggest rule of all... Acting like a bubble head after the operation. It seems to be an unspoken rule, but its still a childish one. I thought turning sixteen was about growing up, not becoming stupider.
But then one of my friends became a pretty.
She had been one of us, determined to brake that code, that utterly stupid rule. So I pulled a few tricks and soon we met face to face to ask how she felt about being the only smart pretty.
But she had changed to.
She was one of them, vapid and vain. That night would be the first and last time I cried over a pretty. As long as I am me... I will not cry over something stupid like... Losing a girlfriend...
"Az! Stop hogging the specs," My second in command, Nelli, growls and takes them from me. "And stop spacing out, we can't have our leader falling off of his hover board."
Looking down at the surface below me, I smirk. A quick cut over into her flight area and she falls a little bit, but her crash bracelets catch her. I laugh down to her as I descend and take by the binoculars, "Wasn't done scoping yet, Croak." Croak being her Ugly nick name, she has the croaked teeth in existence, her smile making all over Ugly smiles look Pretty. I then hover back up to my spot at which I actually scope them out with a quick flash. The only thing unusual about this hall being one whom is the smallest and black haired, they're tagging far behind, reluctant, it seems, to follow close behind.
"Hmm... Doesn't look like anyone we need to keep a close eye on... But I just found one some of less mature Uglies might make their new play thing." We each take a turn looking now, the seven of us, the Criminals or Crims for short.
A soft sigh come from my farther back left, "That's really too bad." That's Cherol for you, mothering as always. "Maybe we should make that our special project."
I snort, "If by special you mean make sure he doesn't get picked on." I watch as he trips and his bag's contents go flying. "Slim chance, Fatty... We'll most likely just get him more attention... Lets let this duckling be..." Her nickname, she has a slight eating disorder, but that's alright, she's an amazing Crim and smart to boot. And that's why I know she knows that my tone of voice just means they need to back off, I'll take care of this one...
- - -
"Fransico Durelli? Durelli?" An exceptionally pretty Middle Pretty calls from her list of names. "Fransico dear... If You're here please come forward. This is your dorm little one." My blue pale, almost white, blue eyes look up to her as I step forward. All the others moving away from me as I walk into my dorm on the third floor with a window view of New Pretty town.
"Th-th-thank you, Miss," I duck my head and race into my room. Its bare, but that's how I like things. Life isn't important until you're a pretty... Until you can get the operation and look normal... Tan skinned, normal-blue eyes, and brown-not-black hair.
I can't wait to be sixteen... But that's six years from now... Six long years of more teasing and mocking...
My hands grasp onto my bag tighter and go to lay it down on the currently way to big bed. I frown to myself.
I'll be normal sized then too, not the smallest in my class anymore. Everyone will be the same... I will no longer be Shrimp, Shorty, Teacher's Pet, nor Witch.
Still that's six years from now...
I don't know if I can wait that long...
My eyes glance to the window and a gasp leaves me.
Its not New Pretty town I see.
Its not the fireworks that had started in the late sunset colored sky.
Its none of those things.
Its a group of seven people flying through the night. Something whipping behind them and in this light they look like what Rusty legends must of.
But as quickly as they were there they are gone.
My excitement dies after a while.
A ping tells me its diner time.
I'm not hungry.
So I kick off my shoes and unpack my bag a little before slipping into PJs. Shortly afterwards I crawl into bed, "Good room."
"Good night Fransico."
The lights go out and I can fall to sleep, even if I feel really lonely and home sick. Being here so far has been better than having a mother that doesn't even realize you're there... And a father whom loves his work so much he's never home.
Becoming Pretty will make both of them notice me.
I hope I can sleep for six years...
- - -
I would like to introduce you all to my newest project...
COSMETIC PULSE
Based loosely on the Uglies Universe created by the amazing author Scott Westerfeld. Now there will be more of this later... I just wanted to get this out there ^^' Hope no one minds *giggles*
TTYL~<3 Time to leave~~~<3 (Sorta)
