Personal Narrative: My First Surgery

My life started the same as anyones. I was made in a tube, put into a surrogate mother, and then was born. Babies repulse everyone, so most parents can’t even stand to keep their babies. That is, until the baby gets their first surgery. After that, the moms and dads beg the adoption center for their babies back and they all live happily ever after. I understand why people are like this though. We are surrounded by beautiful people day in and day out and when we see a baby, it reminds us that once we too were as ugly as disgusting, drooling monsters. I have had 17 surgeries, so I only have one more surgery until I am perfect like everyone else. My eyes are perfectly round, my nose has just the right perk, my mouth has soft large lips, and my cheekbones are high and prominent. One of my friends who got their 18th told me that after it, he felt as though everything fell into place and life made sense. I want that, and I have been patient to wait every year to get my newest surgery, but I’m tired of waiting. I don 't want to be ugly anymore. I want to look in the mirror before school and see everyone else in my face. Being …show more content…
She was only 15 and so she was not nearly as perfect as I was. “What do you want?” I groaned. All I wanted was to be left alone, so I could admire the amazing work our scientists have done to perfect my face. I stared at my own reflection, seeing my hair that was the right shade of blonde, parted just the right way. My eyes were blue with a hint of gold, just the same as everyone else 's. My face didn’t have a single blemish and never would. I was almost absolutely perfect. My sister, Aniline, waved a plastic magazine in my face. “Look at the newest face!” she squealed. I opened the magazine franticly and see that one of the most famous people today, Evelina Ross, had pushed the limits again with surgeries. For now, she looked like a cat, fierce eyes and hair made to look like