Her boobs were perfect, perky C-cups. Her ass was taut and round. Her hips made that coveted hourglass shape. Her feet were petite, and so were her hands. Her hair hung in honey coloured waves. Her eyes sparkled like emeralds. Her lips pouted perfectly.

The problem was her nose. It was just too big for her face: bulbous and flared, not pert or buttonish. But there was no way her parents would pay for the surgery. And, though she was sure she could get some of her ‘friends’ to chip in, they’d expect things. Those things were not for sale. Not even for the perfect nose. There was no way she’d risk her perfect shape on disease or worse, pregnancy.

Later she rode home from Krystal’s party on the back on Rod’s bike. His leather vest was smooth under her hands. When his headlights flash on the deer, she grabbed him tightly and he served off the road. She saw the tree coming and made sure her nose hit it.

Rising out of the drugs, she heard the doctor say,“She’ll never walk again. And we’ll have to fix her nose.”