PROLOGUE
Cameron Beekman will never forget the day she learned that she was beautiful. It happened on a Monday, her first day of tenth grade and her first day, period, at Bel Air Prep Academy. She could even remember the exact time, 10:57, and her location, the second-floor girls’ bathroom. To say that her life was never the same after that moment sounds insane, delusional, or at the very least like the beginning of a fairy tale, but it also happens to be the truth.
Before Dr. Glass fixed it, Cameron’s nose was long and hooked, so that even when she was staring straight ahead, her nose pointed to the left. At her old school, they’d called her Beakface. Students wondered aloud how she defied gravity every day, keeping her head up when her big nose just had to be so heavy. They complained, It’s Beakface’s fault that I’m failing. She sits in front of me, so I can’t see the board.
Sure, other kids had big noses too, but only Cameron’s had been singled out.
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