looked perfect for the party. She reached out a hand. 'I-' 'Go!'
'But we're best friends, right?'
He sighed, dabbing at a brown stain. 'Sure, forever. In three months.'
She turned and ran, the doors closing behind her.
At first no one noticed her on the roof. They were all looking down. It was dark except for the occasional flare of a safety sparkler.
Tally found the rack of bungee jackets and pulled at one. It was clipped to the rack. Her fingers fumbled, looking for a clasp. She wished she had her interface ring to give her instructions.
Then she saw the button: PRESS IN CASE OF FIRE.
'Oh, crap,' she said.
Her shadow jumped and jittered. Two pretties were coming toward her, carrying sparklers.
'Who's that? What's she wearing?'
'Hey, you! This party is white tie!'
'Look at her face….'
'Oh, crap,' Tally repeated.
And pressed the button.
An ear-shattering siren split the air, and the bungee jacket seemed to jump from the rack into her hand.
She slid into the harness, turning to face the two pretties. They leaped back as if she'd transformed into a werewolf. One dropped the sparkler, and it extinguished itself instantly.
'Fire drill,' Tally said, and ran toward the edge of the roof.
Once she had the jacket around her shoulders, the strap and zippers seemed to wind around her like snakes until the plastic was snug around her waist and thighs. A green light flashed on the collar, right where she couldn't help but see it.
'Good jacket,' she said.
It wasn't smart enough to answer, apparently.
The pretties playing on the roof had all gone silent and were milling around, wondering if there really was a fire. They pointed at her, and Tally heard the word 'ugly' on their lips.
What was worse in New Pretty Town, she wondered? Your mansion burning down, or an ugly crashing your party?
Tally reached the edge of the roof, vaulted up onto the rail, and teetered for a moment.
Below her, pretties were starting to spill out of Garbo Mansion onto the lawn and down the hill. They were looking back up, searching for smoke or flames. All they saw was her.
It was a long way down, and Tally's stomach already seemed to be in free fall. But she was thrilled, too.
The shrieking siren, the crowd gazing up at her, the lights of New Pretty Town all spread out below like a million candles.
Tally took a deep breath and bent her knees, readying herself to jump.
For a split second, she wondered if the jacket would work since she wasn't wearing an interface ring.
Would it hover-bounce for a nobody? Or would she just splat?
But she had promised Peris she wouldn't get caught. And the jacket was for emergencies, and there was a green light on….
'Heads up!' Tally shouted.
And jumped.
The siren faded behind her. It seemed like forever-or only seconds-that Tally fell, the gaping faces below becoming larger and larger.
The ground hurtled toward her, a space opening in the panicking crowd where she was going to hit. For a few moments it was just like a flying dream, silent and wonderful.
Then reality jerked at her shoulders and thighs, the webbing of the jacket cutting viciously into her. She was taller than pretty standard, she knew; the jacket probably wasn't expecting this much weight.
Tally somersaulted in the air, turning headfirst for a few terrifying moments, her face passing low enough to spot a discarded bottle cap in the grass. Then she found herself shooting upward again, completing the circle, so that the sky wheeled above her, then over and downward again, more crowd parting in front.
Perfect. She had pushed off hard enough that she was bouncing down the hill away from Garbo Mansion, the jacket carrying her toward the darkness and safety of the gardens.
Tally spun head over heels twice more, and then the jacket lowered her to the grass. She pulled randomly at straps until the garment made a hissing sound and dropped to the ground.
Her dizziness took a moment to clear as she tried to sort up from down.
'Isn't she…ugly?' someone asked from the edge of the crowd.
The black shapes of two firefighting hovercars zoomed past overhead, red lights flashing and sirens piercing her ears.
'Great idea, Peris,' she muttered. 'A false alarm.' She would really be in trouble if they caught her now.
She'd never even heard of anyone doing anything this bad.
Tally ran toward the garden. The darkness below the willows was comforting.
Down here, halfway to the river, Tally could barely tell there was a full-scale fire alert in the middle of town. But she could see that a search was underway. More hovercars were in the air than usual, and the river seemed to be lit up extra bright. Maybe that was just a coincidence.
But probably not.
Tally made her way carefully through the trees. It was later than she and Peris had ever stayed over in New Pretty Town. The pleasure gardens were more crowded, especially the dark parts. And now that the excitement of her escape had worn off, Tally was beginning to realize how stupid the whole idea had been.
Of course Peris didn't have the scar anymore. The two of them had only used a penknife when they'd cut themselves and held hands. The doctors used much sharper and bigger knives in the operation.
They rubbed you raw, and you grew all new skin, perfect and clear. The old marks of accidents and bad food and childhood illnesses all washed away. A clean start.
But Tally had ruined Peris's starting over-showing up like some pesky littlie who's not wanted, and leaving him with the bad taste of ugly in his mouth, not to mention covered with mud. She hoped he had another vest to change into.
At least Peris hadn't seemed too angry. He'd said they'd be best friends again, once she was pretty. But the way he'd looked at her face…maybe that was why they separated uglies from pretties. It must be horrible to see an ugly face when you're surrounded by such beautiful people all the time. What if she'd ruined everything tonight, and Peris would always see her like this-squinty eyes and frizzy hair-even after she had the operation?
A hovercar passed overhead, and Tally ducked. She was probably going to get caught tonight, and never be turned pretty at all.
She deserved it for being so stupid.
Tally reminded herself of her promise to Peris. She was not going to get caught; she had to become pretty for him.
A light flashed in the corner of her vision. Tally crouched and peered through the hanging willow leaves.
A safety warden was in the park. She was a middle pretty, not a new one. In the firelight, the handsome features of the second operation were obvious: broad shoulders and a firm jaw, a sharp nose and high cheekbones. The woman carried the same unquestionable authority as Tally's teachers back in Uglyville.
Tally swallowed. New pretties had their own wardens. There was only one reason why a middle pretty would be here in New Pretty Town: The wardens were looking for someone, and they were serious about finding him or her.
The woman flashed her light at a couple on a bench, illuminating them for the split second it took to confirm that they were pretty. The couple jumped, but the warden chuckled and apologized. Tally could hear her low, sure voice, and saw the new pretties relax.
Everything had to be okay if she said it was.
Tally felt herself wanting to give up, to throw herself on the wise mercy of the warden. If she just explained, the warden would understand and fix everything. Middle pretties always knew what to do.