THE GIRL WHO WISHED ON A SHOOTING STAR
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With a beautiful whizz of light and dazzling golden sparks, a star gracefully shot through the sky, piercing the still blueness.

Kirsten Romanok is determined to chase the star and find her true love at the very end. When she finds a boy with hair as pale as her's and an interest for the same things, could she have found her true love? Coincidences can lead to love, friendship, and wishes come true.

THE GIRL WHO WISHED ON A SHOOTING STAR

With a beautiful whizz of light and dazzling golden sparks, a star gracefully shot through the sky, piercing the still blueness.

Kirsten Romanok is determined to chase the star and find her true love at the very end. When she finds a boy with hair as pale as her's and an

"Mama," Kirsti said, "tell me a story."

"A short one tonight, okay honey?" Her mother asked.

"Sure, mama."

"Once upon a time," the mother started. "There was a little prince whose father was a great king. He had rooms full of gold, thousands of pretty ladies at his court, and people willing to do for him whatever he asked. But he was not happy."

"Mama, why not?"

"Shh, honey, listen." The woman soothed. "The little prince had everything he wanted, except true love."

"The rooms full of gold were true gold, but they were gold taken from his citizens, gold which caused bloodshed and pain and death."

"The pretty ladies flocked by him in the dozens, but they were only interested in his father, the king's enormous wealth."

"His people would do anything for him, but it was only because they were afraid."

"The little prince did not ask for wealth, beauty, or power. He only wanted love."

"One day, when he lied down to gaze at the starry night in front of him. He head a voice calling."

"Ishtar," the voice seemed to say, for Ishtar was the prince's name. "Look up and wish on that shooting star! Your dreams will come true."

"The prince looked ahead, and there it was! A beautiful shooting star flying across the blue sky."

"He clasped his hands together and prayed. Not for wealth, or beauty, or power, but for love. He prayed that the star find hims someone he could love, and more, someone who could love him for who he is..."

"The end, Kirsti," the woman said, turning off the lamp.

"But mama, what happened next?"

The woman smiled, tucking in the pouty child. "What happens next is not for us to know, it is only for us to imagine and wonder."

Kirsti did not feel content. Why wasn't the story finished? Why didn't the prince get what he want? And why, why does she need to go to sleep again?

"Good night, darling." The woman said, giving her kiss on her forehead.

"Good night mama." Kirsten tossed and turned, but all she could think about was the prince with his shooting star.

Days flew by faster than she could blink, and before she knew it, Kirsten turned twelve years old.

She was not little Kirsti anymore, but sensible Kirsten. She did not bounce up and down for attention anymore, but remained seated and read out of a thick book.

She forgot all about the story of the little prince and the shooting star... Until one day, her mother fell desperately ill.

Kirsten could do nothing but watch and weep as the life drained out of her beloved one little by little. She felt as if her world would end. And sometimes, as she heard her mother's tormented moans, she wished her world would come to an end.

One day, as she sat by the woman's side, she suddenly felt a flood of sadness. Kirsten cried and cried and cried, unable to stop her tears from flowing down her cheeks.

Her sobs woke up her sleeping mother. "Dear grace, child, why are you crying?"

"Mama," she gasped between sobs. "Don't go! Don't leave me like papa did!"

"Darling, listen, it'll be alright. You need not feel sad for me, you will find a lot more joy in this world after I'm gone." The woman said, stroking Kirsten's tear- streaked face. "You'll find people who understand you."

"Mama, don't go!"

"Daughter," the woman said, gasping a little for breath. It was clear talking was hard for her. "All you have to remember, is to wish on the shooting star. Never forget where you came from, or the fairy tales you listened to when you were young. Those are what makes you unique. Those are what will help you find your true love."

Kirsten nodded, and the story of the prince flooded back to her. Oh, Oh- Oh!

A few days later, on a windy day, the woman peacefully passed into the world above.

Kirsten wept and thought her heart would never be healed again... But it did little by little, as the girl was sent to private school.

School was horrible for Kirsten. The girls bullied her because of her pale corn-colored hair and the way she treated everything so seriously, and the boys thought her seriously weird because she wasn't interested in celebrity feuds or makeup like the other girls are.

Kirsten did not care for those things, her heart ached for home, and home alone.

The only thing which conformed Kirsten was thinking of the shooting star. "It would come someday," she re-assured herself. "The time will come."

On the eleventh night of the third year at boarding school, after Kirsten ate her dinner and got ready for bed, she saw something extraordinary.

With a beautiful whizz of light and dazzling golden sparks, a star gracefully shot through the sky, piercing the still blueness.

Kirsten raced out of her dormitory door in her white nightdress, her knee length pale blonde hair flying in the wind. She was determined to chase this star until her wish comes true.

She ran and ran towards the shooting star, her legs moving swiftly like the graceful galloping of a white steed.

After what seemed like forever, Kirsten could run no more and sat down hard on the cold grass, gasping and panting.

She clasped her hands together and prayed. She wished for true happiness, someone, anyone who could understand her and love her as she is.

She wished the person come as soon as possible, she wished for happiness, she wished for love.

"What are you doing here, maiden?" A voice asked suddenly.

Kirsten opened her eyes. In front of her stood a boy around fifteen with pale blonde hair like her's and beautiful blue eyes. His eyes seemed so lovely and deep and sea blue, thorough but see through at the same time. Glittery.

"Who are you?" Kirsti asked, taking a step back.

"You look beautiful," the boy said, ignoring her question. His tone was pleasant. "Care for a few hours together? The stars are very pretty, you wouldn't want to miss such a rare opportunity."

"Sure," Kirsten agreed. They laid down and took pleasure in looking at the stars.

If Martha Burlington was here, she would have probably scolded Kirsten for talking with a stranger. Kirsten didn't care, the boy felt so warm, so comforting. A feeling she could not explain in words rose within her.

As they looked up and talked, the two felt like they had been friends forever.

Kirsti smiled, her wish had come true. She could feel, deep within, that this boy understood her more than anyone else. Maybe he was the one... Maybe this was the answer the shooting star gave her.

And the boy? He was extremely content as well, for he was prince Ishtar himself.

Twelve years later, a little girl with corn-colored hair sat staring outside the palace windows. "Mama, tell me the story about Papa again!"

"Once upon a time," her mother started. "There was a little prince whose father was a great king. He had rooms full of gold, thousands of pretty ladies at his court, and people willing to do for him whatever he asked. But he was not happy."

"Until he met mama!" The little girl clapped her hands together. "Papa was prince Ishtar before he met mama, and then he became king and she queen!"

"Right on!" Her mother said. "Daisy, it will be your birthday soon. What present would you like?"

"I would like to wish on a shooting star too, mama." The little girl answered truthfully. "Just like you and daddy did."

This story started with lonely prince Ishtar wishing for his true love. Years later, Kirsten and he met under another shooting star. Both of their wishes came true, and that will be how this story ends.

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