"Oh, yeah? Well, readthis !"
Shay swung the book at Tally, who ducked. She s.n.a.t.c.hed it away and swung back, catching Shay solidly on her upraised forearms. Shay rolled back at the impact, spinning over the railing.
Tally leaned forward, watching wide-eyed as Shay tumbled down toward the library"s main floor, three stories below. The new uglies screamed in unison, scattering away from the flailing body plummeting toward them.
A second later the bungee jacket activated, and Shay bobbed back up in midair, laughing maniacally at the top of her lungs. Tally waited another moment, watching the uglies" horror dissolve into confusion as Shay bounced again, then righted herself on one of the tables and headed for the door.
Tally dropped the book and dashed for the stairs, leaping a flight at a time until she reached the back exit of the dorm.
"Oh, that was perfect!"
"Did you see their faces?"
"Not actually," Shay said. "I was kind of busy watching the floor coming at me."
"Yeah, I remember that from jumping off the roof. It does catch your attention."
"Speaking of faces, love the nose."
Tally giggled, pulling it off. "Yeah, no point in being uglier than usual."
Shay"s face clouded. She wiped off an eyebrow, then looked up sharply. "You"re not ugly."
"Oh, come on, Shay."
"No, I mean it." She reached out and touched Tally"s real nose. "Your profile is great."
"Don"t be weird, Shay. I"m an ugly, you"re an ugly. We will be for two more weeks. It"s no big deal or anything." She laughed. "You, for example, have one giant eyebrow and one tiny one."
Shay looked away, stripping off the rest of her disguise in silence.
They were hidden in the changing rooms beside the sandy beach, where they"d left their interface rings and a spare set of clothes. If anyone asked, they"d say they were swimming the whole time. Swimming was a great trick. It hid your body-heat signature, involved changing clothes, and was a perfect excuse for not wearing your interface ring. The river washed away all crimes.
A minute later they splashed out into the water, sinking the disguises. The bungee jacket would go back to the art school bas.e.m.e.nt that night.
"I"m serious, Tally," Shay said once they were out in the water. "Your nose isn"t ugly. I like your eyes, too."
"My eyes? Now you"re totally crazy. They"re way too close together."
"Who says?"
"Biology says."
Shay splashed a handful of water at her. "You don"t believe all that c.r.a.p, do you-that there"s only one way to look, and everyone"s programmed to agree on it?"
"It"s not about believing, Shay. You justknow it. You"ve seen pretties. They look...wonderful."
"They all look the same."
"I used to think that too. But when Peris and I would go into town, we"d see a lot of them, and we realized that pretties do look different. They look like themselves. It"s just a lot more subtle, because they"re not all freaks."
"We"re not freaks, Tally.We"re normal. We may not be gorgeous, but at least we"re not hyped-up Barbie dolls."
"What kind of dolls?"
She looked away. "It"s something David told me about."
"Oh, great. David again." Tally pushed away and floated on her back, looking up at the sky and wishing this conversation would end. They"d been out to the ruins a few more times, and Shay always insisted on setting off a sparkler, but David had never showed. The whole thing gave Tally the creeps, waiting around in the dead city for some guy who didn"t seem to exist. It was great exploring out there, but Shay"s obsession with David had started to sour it for Tally.
"He"s real. I"ve met him more than once."
"Okay, Shay, David"s real. But so is being ugly. You can"t change it just by wishing, or by telling yourself that you"re pretty. That"s why they invented the operation."
"But it"s a trick, Tally. You"ve only seen pretty faces your whole life. Your parents, your teachers, everyone over sixteen. But you weren"tborn expecting that kind of beauty in everyone, all the time. You just got programmed into thinking anything else is ugly."
"It"s not programming, it"s just a natural reaction. And more important than that, it"s fair. In the old days it was all random-some peoplekind of pretty, most people ugly all their lives. Now everyone"s ugly...until they"re pretty. No losers."
Shay was silent for a while, then said, "There are losers, Tally."
Tally shivered. Everyone knew about uglies-for-life, the few people for whom the operation wouldn"t work. You didn"t see them around much. They were allowed in public, but most of them preferred to hide. Who wouldn"t? Uglies might look goofy, but at least they were young.Old uglies were really unbelievable.
"Is that it? Are you worried about the operation not working? That"s silly, Shay. You"re no freak. In two weeks you"ll be as pretty as anyone else."
"I don"t want to be pretty."
Tally sighed. This again.
"I"m sick of this city," Shay continued. "I"m sick of the rules and boundaries. The last thing I want is to become some empty-headed new pretty, having one big party all day."
"Come on, Shay. They do all the same stuff we do: bungee jump, fly, play with fireworks. Only they don"t have to sneak around."
"They don"t have the imagination to sneak around."
"Look, Skinny, I"m with you," Tally said sharply. "Doing tricks is great! Okay? Breaking the rules is fun!
But eventually you"ve got to do something besides being a clever little ugly."
"Like being a vapid, boring pretty?"
"No, like being an adult. Did you ever think that when you"re pretty you might notneed to play tricks and mess things up? Maybe just being ugly is why uglies always fight and pick on one another, because they aren"t happy with who they are. Well, I want to be happy, and looking like a real person is the first step."
"I"m not afraid of looking the way I do, Tally."
"Maybe not, but you are afraid of growing up!"
Shay didn"t say anything. Tally floated in silence, looking up at the sky, barely able to see the clouds through her anger. She wanted to be pretty, wanted to see Peris again. It seemed like forever since she"d talked to him, or to anyone else except Shay. She was sick of this whole ugly business, and just wanted it to end.
A minute later, she heard Shay swimming for sh.o.r.e.
Last Trick
It was strange, but Tally couldn"t help feeling sad. She knew she"d miss the view from this window.
She"d spent the last four years looking out at New Pretty Town, wanting nothing more than to cross the river and not come back. That"s probably what had tempted her through the window so many times, learning every trick she could to sneak closer to the new pretties, to spy on the life she would eventually have.
But now that the operation was only a week away, time seemed to be moving too fast. Sometimes, Tally wished that they could do the operation gradually. Get her squinty eyes fixed first, then her lips, and cross the river in stages. Just so she wouldn"t have to look out the window one last time and know she"d never see this view again.
Without Shay around, things felt incomplete, and she"d spent even more time here, sitting on her bed and staring at New Pretty Town.
Of course, there wasn"t much else to do these days. Everyone in the dorm was younger than Tally now, and she"d already taught all of her best tricks to the next cla.s.s. She"d watched every movie her wallscreen knew about ten times, all the way back to some old black-and-white ones in an English she could barely understand. There was no one to go to concerts with, and dorm sports were boring to watch now that she didn"t know anyone on the teams. All the other uglies looked at her enviously, but no one saw much point in making friends. Probably it was better to get the operation over with all at once.
Half the time, she wished the doctors would just kidnap her in the middle of the night and do it. She could imagine a lot worse things than waking up pretty one morning. They said at school that they could make the operation work on fifteen-year-olds now. Waiting until sixteen was just a stupid old tradition.
But it was a tradition n.o.body questioned, except the occasional ugly. So Tally had a week to go, alone, waiting.
Shay hadn"t talked to her since their big fight. Tally had tried to write a ping, but working it all out on-screen just made her angry again. And it didn"t make much sense to sort it out now. Once they were both pretty, there wouldn"t be anything to fight about anymore. And even if Shay still hated her, there was always Peris and all their old friends, waiting across the river for her with their big eyes and wonderful smiles.
Still, Tally spent a lot of time wondering what Shay was going to look like pretty, her skin-and-bones body all filled out, her already full lips perfected, and the ragged fingernails gone forever. They"d probably make her eyes a more intense shade of green. Or maybe one of the newer colors-violet, silver, or gold.
"Hey, Squint!"
Tally jumped at the whisper. She peered into the darkness and saw a form scuttling toward her across the roof tiles. A smile broke onto her face. "Shay!"
The silhouette paused for a moment.
Tally didn"t even bother to whisper. "Don"t just stand there. Come in, stupid!"
Shay crawled into the window, laughing, as Tally gathered her into a hug, warm and joyful and solid.
They stepped back, still holding each other"s hands. For a moment, Shay"s ugly face looked perfect.
"It"s so great to see you."
"You too, Tally."
"I missed you. I wanted to-I"m so sorry about-"
"No," Shay interrupted. "You were right. You made me think. I was going to write you, but it was all..."
She sighed.
Tally nodded, squeezing Shay"s hands. "Yeah. It sucked."
They stood in silence for a moment, and Tally glanced past her friend out the window. Suddenly, the view of New Pretty Town didn"t seem so sad. It looked bright and tempting, as if all the hesitation had drained out of her. The open window was exciting again. "Shay?"
"Yeah?"
"Let"s go somewhere tonight. Do some major trick."
Shay laughed. "I was kind of hoping you"d say that."
Tally noticed the way Shay was dressed. She was wearing serious trick-wear: all black clothes, hair tied back tight, a knapsack over one shoulder. She grinned. "Already got a plan, I see. Great."
"Yeah," Shay said softly. "I"ve got a plan."
She walked over to Tally"s bed, unslinging the knapsack from her shoulder. Her footsteps squeaked, and Tally smiled when she saw that Shay was wearing grippy shoes. Tally hadn"t been on a hoverboard in days. Flying alone was all the hard work and only half the fun.
Shay dumped the contents of the knapsack out onto the bed, and pointed. "Position-finder. Firestarter.
Water purifier." She picked up two shiny wads the size of sandwiches. "These pull out into sleeping bags.
And they"re really warm inside."
"Sleeping bags? Water purifier?" Tally exclaimed. "This must be some kind of awesome multiday trick.
Are we going all the way to the sea or something?"
Shay shook her head. "Farther."
"Uh, cool." Tally kept her smile on her face. "But we"ve only got six days till the operation."
"I know what day it is." Shay opened a waterproof bag and spilled its contents alongside the rest. "Food for two weeks-dehydrated. You just drop one of these into the purifier and add water. Any kind of water." She giggled. "The purifier works so well, you can even pee in it."
Tally sat down on the bed, reading the labels on the food packs. "Two weeks?"
"Two weeks for two people," Shay said carefully. "Four weeks for one."
Tally didn"t say anything. Suddenly, she couldn"t look at the stuff on the bed, or at Shay. She stared out the window, at New Pretty Town, where the fireworks were starting.
"But it won"t take two weeks, Tally. It"s much closer."
A plume of red soared up in the middle of town, tendrils of fireworks drifting down like the leaves of a giant willow tree. "What won"t take two weeks?"
"Going to where David lives."
Tally nodded, and closed her eyes.
"It"s not like here, Tally. They don"t separate everyone, uglies from pretties, new and middle and late.
And you can leave whenever you want, go anywhere you want."
"Like where?"
"Anywhere. Ruins, the forest, the sea. And...you never have to get the operation."