You were turning 16 soon that means your procedure to be pretty was coming up. You wanted to be pretty because your whole life people called you hideous, ugly. You grew tired of it. You hated how you looked. You loved to sneak out. One night you snuck out leaving your ring on the table and climbed out the window. After a bit of walking you sat by the lake. Suddenly you heard a weird buzzing sound. It was getting closer. You stood up and suddenly you were crashed into by a girl with black hair