This stories starts like so many before it, a evening like any other the sun going down on the small town of barrington , the stars begin to light the night sky the moon beaming what little light it has to offer upon the earth.

But one star streaks across the sky so small it is hardly noticed except by one.

She had been watching the night sky as if to wish on a star of which she did as she watched it soar and even crash seeing the slight glow of it she cant help herself but to seek it out.

Prologue

The commercial kept showing up on television several times a day and every day of the week. They kept telling us there was going to be a reality show with a lot of “pop” in it, and it was going to be 12 competing girls and they were still searching for members for the upcoming show in a couple of months. I could hear my sister call from the kitchen, but I always got curious about this show that they are going to air in a couple of months is all about, it didn’t even have a name yet! I kept listening to the commercial “One girl will be popped out of the show every episode!

Meanwhile at Natalie's house........

"Are you sure about this Natalie. What if we pop?"

"What are you, chicken?"

"NO! Just concerned is all."

"Well then lets do this already. My new air compressor is waiting in my room for us. Lets go."

Natalie and Kristie raced to her room. They've always had a small rivalry between them ever since they've met. Competing with one another over anything they could. The door to Natalie's room burst open with a kick from Natalie.

"Ha, I won!"

"No fair Nat. You pushed me back there."

"Nah uh."

"Uh huh."

The Boss had broken out of prison and the entire police force (including detective Mord aka Rubber Maid) was following up every lead that may lead to his recapture. Mord was just checking in early one morning when Clancy called out “call on line 2 Mord. It sounds like one of your stool pigeons.” “Thanks Clancy” detective Mord replies as she crosses to her desk to pick up the phone. As soon as Mord picks up the phone, a hurried voice jabbers out at her. “Mord, this is Stu, don’t talk, just listen. I may not have much time. I’m at Ace bottling.