----- I've only JUST finished Uglies and won't be able to read the rest until school resumes and I can get into the library, hope this story makes a little bit of sense… ----
Everyone always told her parents how lucky they were. Everyone always pinched Mindelle's perfect cheeks and patted her silky hair. Everyone wanted to know what it was like, looking out from her perfectly-spaced, beautifully-coloured eyes. Living each day in her skinny-but-not-too-skinny, tall-but-not-too-tall, athletic-but-not-too-athletic, body.
See the thing was, Mindelle was a natural-born pretty. One in a million. Even as a littlie, she was cuter than the rest. Something just stuck out about her. As she got older it became more obvious, and when her decent to uglyhood just never occurred, everyone knew.
All the same, her parents – Ave and Towner – took her to the doctor, just to be sure. "Is there anything wrong with our daughter?" they had inquired.
But no. Quite the opposite. There was nothing wrong with her at all. Not a frizzy piece of hair, not a single bruise on her porcelain legs, not even the slightest hint of a pimple on her perfectly shaped nose.
So while Mindelle's sister, Jenay, got called Gawky and her brothers, Poel and Chave, were nicknamed Square-Head and Crooked-Teeth, Mindelle was perfect. The other uglies never gave her a name – they just called her the 'natural born'.
"That's her," kids would whisper as she walked by, "The natural born pretty."
Mindelle had found it kind of awkward as a kid growing up in the dorms, the soul pretty in a sea of uglies. The only one going by her given name while the rest were called Fatso, Zitty, and Uni-Brow.
On the day of her sixteenth birthday, Mindelle spent it alone. She could have crossed over to New Pretty Town three years ago. Instead, she stayed hidden in her room. She had no tricks to play and no pretty morphs to make.
Mindelle was a natural born pretty.
And one of the most bored pretties out there.