Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.

Bella is nine and is being abused daily for the werid things that happends to her. When her parents kick her out she has no place to go. In an act of frustration she knocks at a door were a man with greasy black hair and a hocked nose opens.