I walked with you. I talked to you. I felt your skin. We talked until our voices hurt, and I was content. But for how long? How long would the grass stay green? the sky blue? You here? The Pretties are coming. You'd better run for your lives.

Those brids. Gorgeous. You. Better. Blond hair, thin, but not dum dreamy. Intelligent. Green eyes, like grass flecked with tiny glinting diamonds.

A world where I was safe and happy.

A world I wanted to die in.

And I would, I wanted.

How soon?

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This is a fan-fiction about the 'Rusties' from the book Uglies as they tried to run on their final day. Uglies is a great read that I hope my book lives up to.

Helena Xx

updated Jul 22 '10 by Helena