A shooting star flew above Katerina’s head, glistening in the black night. Throwing her brown hair back, Katerina looked up at the star, contemplating wishing upon it. Katerina didn’t believe in luck, she was a realist. Luck, according to her, didn’t exist. Yet, this once, only this once, she broke one of her rules and wished upon that star. Closing her eyes, Katerina brought her fingers up to her lips and began to wish.