Astronomy had always fascinated Arielle. Growing up she spent numerous nights looking at the stars from the airy field next to her home. She'd seen numerous shooting stars that always made her heart jump with their beauty. Because of her fascination, Arielle had done some research on the twinkling beauties. Raising her hand, she said "Well Professor, the stars happen to come up with their own stories, right? I don't know the technical term for it... But as others have said, a shooting star isn't really a star, it's a meteor. And even if a shooting star was actually a star, the stars have a mind of their own, don't they? So they would never grant a wish that contradicts their predictions."

She hated how timid she sounded. It showed in her answer that she wasn't confident with herself. Being a first year she felt inferior to the older kids in the room, and hated sounding stupid. But in her heart she knew if she was attentive in this class, going home to her grassy field this summer would be all the more spectacular.