"Why didn't you write me?"
"I tried. But it just felt bogus. I'm so different now."
"But we're..." She pointed at her scar.
"Take a look, Tally." He held out his own hand.
The skin was smooth and unblemished. It was a hand that said: I don't have to work very hard, and I'm too clever to have accidents.
The scar that they had made together was gone.
-Uglies, Ch. 2 Best Friends Forever, Scott Westerfeld















