She shook her head, "Didn't want to, past tense, and it was because I didn't want to be like everyone else, but I know better now." After all, she was a Pretty, or she had been, she was a Special now and that was even better.
There was something that was almost a smile at the question about Tally, but only almost, it was also almost pained, "Because she's a self-centered bubble-headed Ugly, and she always will be, even if she's a Pretty now." She sighed heavily, shaking her head, "But she's still my best friend, even though sometimes I hate her." She shook her head again, looking distant, "I found the Smoke, and I found David, and then Tally found me, and the Smoke, and David, and David liked her better even though I liked him first." Another head shake, "And then the same thing happened after we got rescued and we got turned Pretty, with Zane, that's where everything fell apart."
She shrugged, "The thing is, when people get turned pretty, they also get turned into bubble-heads, all the bad thoughts just get scrubbed away along with the bad skin and snub noses and crooked teeth, and Tally had a cure. She shared it with Zane, even though I liked him first, and he liked me, he was always bubbly, icy, he wasn't like anyone else. But Tally cured him instead of me even though we're best friends forever." The stony expression was back, running a hand absently along her arm and the uneven row of straight scars there, "So I found my own cure, my own way to stay icy, and my own clique."