"Having trouble sleeping again?

Is it the monsters?

Sweetie, there are no monsters here.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl, she was pretty and smart, truly Exceptional.

Just like you

Today the girl finds herself outside of town

Bedtime is fast approaching, and shadows dance between the trees

She to is scared of monsters.

She starts running, 'a Monster' she thinks, begging for her family, for home, for safety, the girl is scared and alone, but just as all seems lost.

She is saved, the handymen have come, the Exceptional Girl has made it home. And the monster is gone. For there are no Monsters here, not in Autodale, Sweetie.

We are safe here. Do you understand?"

It's far to late at night now, rest.

For the Girl is hiding from Monsters, not Freaks, but the very people, and society she calls home.

They left that out of the story, didn't they?

The Ugly point down to her

And she is killed. By the very thing the Girl thought would save her.

Who new.

Once she is dead, they label her "Exceptional."

Not perfect, Autodale needs perfect and pretty, where children are safe, and everyone is "pretty."

"Now go to sleep."

"You are truly exceptional, Autodale needs more children like you, so smart, and so Pretty."

"You won't run from your monster, will you sweetie?"