I HATE it. I hate putting on makeup, I hate curling my hair, I hate trying to be pretty. Of course, that's all my mother wants me to be. As I pull skirts and sweaters from my dresser, I see this flash of silver. When I ask my mother what it is, she begins to act strange and defies that I even saw it. Was she trying to hide something from me? Could there be something more to my life? Based on the "Wings of Fire" series, by Tui T. Sutherland.