This is a fanfiction I wrote based on the book Uglies by Scott Westerfeld. It was written a while ago, so the grammar is horrible.
It’s in the past.
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The air smelled like Smoke. Of course, It was a bit denser than smoke that morning. More like a thick layering fog that clogged the air with its bad smell and thick headache making claustrophobia.

Reed still had to babysit the biggest brat in all of downtown San Francisco. Life sucked, fifteen and still babysitting for some extra gas money, She thought as she leaned back in a heavily padded armchair. She touched the fabric with an obligated sigh and wondered if it was pleather. Reed sighed, she highly doubted the greatest plastic surgeon in all of California would buy pleather.