Author's Note: This is my first time writing for this series. However, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this series and felt compelled to do some writing about it. This fanfic is Peris's point of view- in Uglies- right after Tally leaves the Pretty party she crashed. Please enjoy! Please review!

I sighed as I made my way back to the party. I just pulled the fire alarm to help Tally get out of here.

She shouldn't have come. Not only was it dangerous for her, but she could've gotten me in trouble, too. I hope she made it back okay. She better not come again. She'd get so busted. And, as much as I hate to admit it…

It was terrible to see her ugly face.

How can I feel this way? Tally was my best friend. She still is, isn't she? I don't want to think about her like this; it's not very nice of me.

We'll be best friends again when she's pretty. It's not my fault. She was ugly when I was ugly… It's human nature to be repulsed by her face.

My reverie was broken by the hubbub of the party; it seemed I'd gotten back to civilization.

"Peris!" Someone shouted. "Did you see anyone else up there? There was an Ugly here!"

I feigned innocence to the group. "What? That's terrible! What business would an Ugly have here?"

One girl laughed. "Nothing. The only business Uglies have is being… Well, ugly."

As the words sunk into my mind, I realized I agreed with them. But that couldn't be right. My best friend was an Ugly.

But then again I was repulsed to see her when she tried to reach out to me. When she just wanted to see my face, I told her to go back home. What kind of friend was I? Was I really even her friend anymore?

I pondered this as I left the building, walking slowly to the garden. It wasn't fair, but it wasn't biased. It wasn't right, but it was the only answer. More and more questions dawned on me one at a time. Until I thought…

If an Ugly's only business is being ugly, is our only business being…

Pretty?