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Looking out over to where there were her old friends that turned pretty Shay could not help but feel a sigh come out of her mouth. It was one thing to feel lost when you are the youngest of the uglies but when you don't even think you will become pretty it is even worse.
All of that time and friendship for absolutely nothing.
Time with her parents and love for them went down the drain because she was going to run to Smokey. Because otherwise in a way she will die. She was not made to be pretty ; she knew that with her whole heart. She could never act like one.
Being thrown out of her thoughts, Shay hears the motor of a hover car overhead and the sounds that she had at first thought was just some weird sound machine going off for the fun of it she realized was a siren.
Shit. A lot of people are coming and fast. She had to get out of here.
Maybe in the future Shay will think that experience had been fun that she got to have the time of her life doing so. But she could not find the fun when she was alone. Where there was no one like David right beside her giggling and freaking out with the adrenaline of getting caught.
It was sad.
Sometimes she wondered how she got to this place. If she never met David would she never think of these things? Would she just be looking forward to being pretty? What would have happened?
Though she had no more time to think since she had to get the hell out of here.
She just had to tighten onto her hope about the future. About Smokey. There was no more denying the truth of that. She had already crossed that bridge. And there was no turning back.