(Kay and Olive sat under Kay's olive tree. Kay was munching on the olives, but Olive didn't want any more)
Kay: So...when do you turn?
Olive: 1 month and 15 days.
Kay: Are you serious? That's IT? I've got like, 3 months, and...
Olive: I'm not getting it.
Kay: (looks nervous) N..not getting what?
Olive: The operation.
Kay: T..that's impossible, you can't..not get the operation.
Olive: Yes, it is possible..you know that some uglies refuse to have the operation, and they run away? Well, I want to run away, too.
Kay: But why?
Olive: I don't want to be what someone else wants me to be. I want to be me.
Kay: What...what do mean?
Olive: I mean that..I don't want to have the operation, and I don't want to be what some surgeon wants me to be.
Kay: Um, Olive..who wouldn't want to be pretty?
(It is silent for a minute, then Olive turns to Kay)
Olive: I want you to come with me!
Kay: Olive, no..I can't...
Olive: Give me one good reason why you can't.
Kay: I..want to be pretty, Olive..you know that. I want to be what everyoe else is...
Olive: You want to be lke everyone else...that's the one part I don't like about you, Kay.
(Olive gets up and walks away. Tears come to Kay's eyes.)