At age 16 and almost completely through the hell of adolescence, Ashley's life had never been perfect. However, she kept her head up, because even though she was ugly, flat chested, and unable to hold a bearable conversation, she knew she was in a better situation than most. After all, despite the cold chill most of the year, there was almost nothing wrong with living in Northern California, or America for that matter. Some countries out there were straight up war torn. Even better, tomorrow her braces were coming off, and she could finally be free. Maybe she could get her acne under control without spending a century to floss every night. In fact, that boy she liked finally messaged her back earlier today. Things were looking up for Ashley, and nothing could ever go wrong- -except maybe nuclear war. I cannot take credit for this idea, I saw it on a tumblr post.