Скотт Вестерфельд - Uglies

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."

"You what?"

Shay sat next to her, touching Tally's cheek with one finger. Tally opened her eyes. "We don't have to look like everyone else, Tally, and act like everyone else. We've got a choice. We can grow up any way we want."

Tally swallowed. She felt like speech was impossible, but knew she had to say something.

She forced words from her dry throat. "Not be pretty? That's crazy, Shay. All the times you talked that way, I thought you were just being stupid. Peris always said the same stuff."

"I was just being stupid. But when you said I was afraid of growing up, you really made me think."

"I made you think?"

"Made me realize how full of crap I was. Tally, I've got to tell you another secret."

Tally sighed. "Okay. I guess it can't get any worse."

"My older friends, the ones I used to hang out with before I met you? Not all of them wound up pretty."

"What do you mean?"

"Some of them ran away, like I am. Like I want us to."

Tally looked into Shay's eyes, searching for some sign that this was all a joke. But the intense look on her face held firm. She was dead serious.

"You know someone who actually ran away?"

Shay nodded. "I was supposed to go too. We had it all planned, about a week before the first of us turned sixteen. We'd already stolen survival gear, and told David that we were coming. It was all set up.

That was four months ago."

"But you didn't…"

"Some of us did, but I chickened out." Shay looked out the window. "And I wasn't the only one.

A couple of the others stayed and turned pretty instead. I probably would have too, except I met you."

"Me?"

"All of a sudden I wasn't alone anymore. I wasn't afraid to go back out to the ruins, to look for David again."

"But we never…" Tally blinked. "You finally found him, didn't you?"

"Not until two days ago. I've been out every night since we…since our fight. After you said I was afraid to grow up, I realized you were right. I'd chickened out once, but I didn't have to again."

Shay grasped Tally's hand, and waited until their eyes were locked. "I want you to come, Tally."

"No," Tally said without thinking. Then she shook her head. "Wait. How come you never told me any of this before?"

"I wanted to, except you would have thought I was crazy."

"You are crazy!"

"Maybe. But not that way. That's why I wanted you to meet David. So you'd know that it's all real."

"It doesn't seem real. I mean, what is this place you're talking about?"

"It's just called the Smoke. It's not a city, and nobody's in charge. And nobody's pretty."

"Sounds like a nightmare. And how do you get there, walk?"

Shay laughed. "Are you kidding? Hoverboards, like always. There are long-distance boards that recharge on solar, and the route's all worked out to follow rivers and stuff.

David does it all the time, as far as the ruins. He'll take us to the Smoke."

"But how do people live out there, Shay? Like the Rusties? Burning trees for heat and burying their junk everywhere? It's wrong to live in nature, unless you want to live like an animal."

Shay shook her head and sighed. "That's just school-talk, Tally. They've still got technology. And they're not like the Rusties, burning trees and stuff. But they don't put a wall up between themselves and nature."

"And everyone's ugly."

"Which means no one's ugly."

Tally managed to laugh. "Which means no one's pretty, you mean."

They sat in silence. Tally watched the fireworks, feeling a thousand times worse than she had before Shay had appeared at the window.

Finally, Shay said the words Tally had been thinking. "I'm going to lose you, aren't I?"

"You're the one who's running away."

Shay brought her fists down onto her knees. "It's all my fault. I should've told you earlier.

If you'd had more time to get used to the idea, maybe…"

"Shay, I never would have gotten used to the idea. I don't want to be ugly all my life. I want those perfect eyes and lips, and for everyone to look at me and gasp. And for everyone who sees me to think Who's that? and want to get to know me, and listen to what I say."

"I'd rather have something to say."

"Like what? 'I shot a wolf today and ate it'?"