Serenity's POV

The next couple months flew by in a blur, and Max still hadn't found out about my wings. I had actually mad friend with Jeff, seeing him every day after classes.

The down side of not being founded, we hadn't found anything on my wings either. Other than a certain Ter Borcht was sent to jail for illegal experimentation. That's all I had.

One week before Christmas I was practicing on the 3 foot high parallel bars. My hands we holding on, the rest of my body high in the air.

I still haven't had a success flight either. The longest I can stay up is 54.7 seconds was what Ms. Parker timed.

"Dearie I thinks we should get yous a dress fors the Christmas dance." Ms. Parker said entering the Training room.

I looked over to the woman, noticing a kind of weird glint in her gray eyes.

"Un momento per favore." I said. I brought my legs down so the touched the bar, in front of my face. Once my bare feet were in a good position I let go of the bars with my hands standing up to my full height.

I had gotten really flexible over the two months. I had also gotten I bit more physically fit, the gym teacher had said.

Ms. Parker held up a magazine, I groaned. Most of the dress in there gave a full view of my back, but as everything else I had found a way to wear tank tops. By getting a lighter, stronger and more skin tone material I had tied it lower down, so it looked like my back with no strings attached.

"Come on dearie whichs one do yous like?" Ms. Parker said. That's what the weird glint in her eye was. She knew I hated wearing dresses; Ms. Parker acted more like a fourteen year old girl, than a thirty year old.

"We'll go nows, before dinners ready." She said grabbing my arm. I sighed, grabbing my jacket as Ms. Parker dragged me off.

"Okay let's try something simple and nothing frilly please." I begged as we entered the store Ms. Parker had found on the internet.

Still dragging me, Ms. Parker walked to the dress section. I stared in horror at all the dresses, hoping Ms. Parker wouldn't go overboard. The Christmas dance was the really only the time girls could wear makeup and do their hair fancy.

Ms. Parker grabbed five dresses of the rack telling me to go behind the curtain for the change room.

"When you readys I'll come ins. Just in cases your wings stick outs." Ms. Parker said.

I nodded going into the change room. The first one was a one shoulder red dress that went down to me feet; it had a white shawl with it which I put over my shoulders. Looking in the mirror I noticed it was really poofy, not really my style. Ms. Parker said it looked good, but this one was a defiant no.

The next three hours were torture trying on different dresses. It's so horrifying I can't write about it. Here are the reasons: one) I didn't want to be here in the first place, two) I didn't like getting dressed up and three) I didn't really like any of them.

I put on the next one and something that didn't really happen happened all at once.

I feel in love with it.

"Thats is the mosts beautiful dearie! Get thats one!" Ms. Parker exclaimed.

It was a simple white dress that hugged my body closely, where it fell towards the floor off my hips. The dress has no straps my back clearly seen. A big red bow was tried in the back above my waist; a point seta pined near the left shoulder. There were also white arm gloves, which stopped just before my shoulder.

I twirled around, looking at myself in the mirror. My back looked normal, but as I unfolded my wings I look like an angel, or even a god.

In some ways I was happy we did this, if I could get off the ground I was using this for my first flight, though it would probably tear.

I got out of the dress, got my regular clothes back on, and we bought the dress, Ms. Parker drove me back to PBA.

During the ride back I stared up at the sky, picturing myself flying with the birds, high above the clouds. I sighed, who was I kidding, I would never fly.

"Your very quiets dearie, every things alright?" Ms. Parker asked looking in the review mirror. I kept staring out the window, "I'm not going to fly." I mumbled.

"Don't says that! You wills, just don't gives up hopes."

I nodded still staring out the window. I was starting to stress out; I could feel myself heating up. Settling my body into a comfortable position, I toke a deep breath in. On the exhale I went as deep as possible without passing out, then toke another deep breath in.

As I relaxed I pictured myself on a beach staring at the sky, a relaxation method I had found on the internet. It was always the same, the sights, sounds.

All of a sudden I was in an intersection, cars speeding pass me. What was happening, where was I? A sign said King's and Crown; that answered my question.

The sound of squealing tires focused my attention on a semi truck sliding towards a minivan. The collision made the earth rumble. Screams came from people in the street, a fire started on the semi truck. I rushed towards the crash; the truck driver stumbled out running to the crowd of people yelling for someone to 911. The minivan was stuck underneath the truck, a cement pillar stopping the truck from completely crushing the car.

I stopped at the driver's window, a woman in her twenties struggled to get her seat belt off. I used a jagged piece of glass cutting her free. As I helped her out of the broken window, the truck moved a bit, crushing the minivan even more.

"My daughter! She's still in there!" The woman said tears coming to her eyes. I turned to get the kid out from the window too, but all the glass and crushed metal was too dangerous for me to get inside. I tried opening the driver's to no avail when a watch caught my eye. The number 4:32 glowed bright red, something most watches didn't do that.

I was trying to figure out the meaning of this when the truck exploded.

I jerked out of my, something I would not call relaxation. Okay what happened? I was seriously getting sick of stuff like this!

I looked at my watch. 4:25. "Ms. Parker I need to get to King's and Crown before 4:32." I said.

"Whats is the rushs, dearie?" Ms. Parker asked.

I unbuckled my seatbelt knowing if I was going to do what I was thinking, wasting time was not an option.

"I need to save a girl from dying."