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Katie sat across from Brett, her wonderful boyfriend, at a cafeteria table at Middletown High School. Middletown High was a small school on the edge of sanity, but Katie didn’t mind. “Twenty-nine cents for you thoughts,” she said. “It’s all I could find in my pocket.”

But at that exact moment, a scorching wind blew into the cafeteria. Without turning around, Katie knew what had caused the chill in her spine and the nauseous feeling in her stomach. There was really only one thing that could have such an effect on her. She peered over her shoulder and saw that she was right. The silhouette of a short girl stood in the door frame. It was evil personified. As the girl stepped forward, a trail of flames followed. When she made her way across the dirty tiled floor, freshmen wept. Flowers wilted. Smiles faded. Happiness was an impossible emotion in her presence.

The girl crossed to the lunch line. A tiny lost kitten was wandering through the cafeteria, right in front of this girl’s path. With pure hatred, the girl stepped on the poor creature, spiking it with a stiletto heel.

Katie shuddered and Brett placed a reassuring hand on top of hers. She looked into his captivatingly sky blue eyes, which were now filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” she said, gathering her strength, “but that’s the last straw. Spiking kittens is unacceptable.”

Brett saw a sort of strength that he had never seen in her before. She meant business.

Katie stood up and straightened her shirt. Tucking her long, chestnut hair behind her ears, she strode over to the girl, growing more confident with each step. When she finally reached her, she tapped the girl on the shoulder. When the mean girl turned around, Katie had to resist the urge to scream in horror. The frosted eyelids were so heavily covered in mascara that it occurred to Katie it probably took this girl an unusual amount of effort to blink. The tiny mouth and pointed nose only added to the repulsive effect of her face.

Katie suddenly realized that she had nothing to say. Nothing at all. She stammered for a second, searching for something, anything, that would express her deep loathing. Finally, she looked back at the helpless corpse of the dead kitten, which Arvin was now examining. He was confused as to how a cat got into the school, and more importantly, whose cat it was. Arvin was a kind spirit and hoped to be able to tell the owner of his or her cat’s tragic demise. But, back to Katie…

Katie felt a pang of sadness, looking at the kitten and finally mustered up the courage to say, “Apologize to the cat.”

The awful girl looked at Katie with wide eyes. “Have you lost your mind?!”

“Have you lost your soul?” Katie responded, without skipping a beat. She could feel the lunch ladies pause in their hurried transactions to stare. Arvin was so stunned that he promptly dropped the kitten back onto the floor. The crowded cafeteria grew quiet, as everyone watched with intense curiosity. Katie was doing what they had all privately wished they had the courage to do. She was saying everything that they had wanted to say, but yet could not.

This was the catfight to end all catfights. A battle with the potential to end all human suffering. It was at this moment that Katie realized something. She had a heart. This girl didn’t. Katie was a caring, feeling person. In fact, Soul was right there in her last name- Soulen. With this epiphany, Katie straightened up and stated, “No, I’m sorry. You didn’t lose your soul. You never had one to begin with.”

The other girl, too stupid to respond verbally, merely stomped in place. A lunch lady noticed that if the girl kept stomping, the school could sell its’ trash compacter and simply use this girl’s feet, but before she could tell the other lunch ladies of this exciting scheme, the girl’s heel broke on one shoe. She was so mad that she took off her shoe and threw it straight at Katie. Luckily for Katie, her cat-like reflexes kicked in and she took off her own shoe, a white high top, to repel the flying footwear.

Now as many already know, a white high top is not a common find. Most kids will go for a dark blue or black. Katie had always felt a special connection and sort of reverential admiration for this particular pair of shoes, but she’d never understood why. What Katie did not know is that white high tops are the pinnacle of purity and all that is good in the world. In each pair of white high tops is a sort of power that can only be described as a miracle. No one knows quite how Chuck Taylor did it, but he managed to make one hell of a shoe.

As soon as the high top met the black stiletto, a blinding white light shone, encompassing the shoe and the high heel was vaporized. Everyone sat in a stunned silence. Even Katie was amazed at the power of a white high top. But she knew what she had to do. With a determined look in her eyes and careful aim, she hurled the white high top at the bitch. It spiraled through the air. It seemed to Katie as though it were in slow motion. It finally struck the mean girl in the boob and with another blinding light, she instantly evaporated.

She was gone. The horrifying, appalling girl that had hurt so many and so deeply was gone forever. A dark cloud was lifted off of the school. And Middletown had Katie to thank for that.

Coach Ambrose was the first to move. He realized the magnitude of the moment, but felt compelled to ask, “Young lady, you’ve got quite an arm. Would you be interested in playing a little football for us next year?” But his question was drowned in the cheers of the excited students, who had swarmed to Katie and put her on top of their shoulders. As Katie sat there, looking at all the smiling faces of her classmates. Dr. Munk was softly crying with joy in a corner. The lunch ladies rejoiced. Arvin continued to pick up the kitten.

March 17th was named Katie Soulen Day from that day forward, and a parade through Middletown was held in her honor each year. And somewhere, Chuck Taylor was smiling with pride.

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Katie sat across from Brett, her wonderful boyfriend, at a cafeteria table at Middletown High School. Middletown High was a small school on the edge of sanity, but Katie didn’t mind. “Twenty-nine cents for you thoughts,” she said. “It’s all I could find in my pocket.”

But at that exact moment, a scorching wind blew into the cafeteria. Without turning around, Katie knew what had caused the chill in her spine and the nauseous feeling in her stomach. There was really only one thing that could have such an effect on her. She peered over her shoulder and saw that she was right. The silhouette of a short girl stood in the door frame. It was evil personified. As the girl stepped forward, a trail of flames followed. When she made her way across the dirty tiled floor, freshmen wept. Flowers wilted. Smiles faded. Happiness was an impossible emotion in her presence.

The girl crossed to the lunch line. A tiny lost kitten was wandering through the cafeteria, right in front of this girl’s path. With pure hatred, the girl stepped on the poor creature, spiking it with a stiletto heel.

Katie shuddered and Brett placed a reassuring hand on top of hers. She looked into his captivatingly sky blue eyes, which were now filled with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” she said, gathering her strength, “but that’s the last straw. Spiking kittens is unacceptable.”

Brett saw a sort of strength that he had never seen in her before. She meant business.

Katie stood up and straightened her shirt. Tucking her long, chestnut hair behind her ears, she strode over to the girl, growing more confident with each step. When she finally reached her, she tapped the girl on the shoulder. When the mean girl turned around, Katie had to resist the urge to scream in horror. The frosted eyelids were so heavily covered in mascara that it occurred to Katie it probably took this girl an unusual amount of effort to blink. The tiny mouth and pointed nose only added to the repulsive effect of her face.

Katie suddenly realized that she had nothing to say. Nothing at all. She stammered for a second, searching for something, anything, that would express her deep loathing. Finally, she looked back at the helpless corpse of the dead kitten, which Arvin was now examining. He was confused as to how a cat got into the school, and more importantly, whose cat it was. Arvin was a kind spirit and hoped to be able to tell the owner of his or her cat’s tragic demise. But, back to Katie…

Katie felt a pang of sadness, looking at the kitten and finally mustered up the courage to say, “Apologize to the cat.”

The awful girl looked at Katie with wide eyes. “Have you lost your mind?!”

“Have you lost your soul?” Katie responded, without skipping a beat. She could feel the lunch ladies pause in their hurried transactions to stare. Arvin was so stunned that he promptly dropped the kitten back onto the floor. The crowded cafeteria grew quiet, as everyone watched with intense curiosity. Katie was doing what they had all privately wished they had the courage to do. She was saying everything that they had wanted to say, but yet could not.

This was the catfight to end all catfights. A battle with the potential to end all human suffering. It was at this moment that Katie realized something. She had a heart. This girl didn’t. Katie was a caring, feeling person. In fact, Soul was right there in her last name- Soulen. With this epiphany, Katie straightened up and stated, “No, I’m sorry. You didn’t lose your soul. You never had one to begin with.”

The other girl, too stupid to respond verbally, merely stomped in place. A lunch lady noticed that if the girl kept stomping, the school could sell its’ trash compacter and simply use this girl’s feet, but before she could tell the other lunch ladies of this exciting scheme, the girl’s heel broke on one shoe. She was so mad that she took off her shoe and threw it straight at Katie. Luckily for Katie, her cat-like reflexes kicked in and she took off her own shoe, a white high top, to repel the flying footwear.

Now as many already know, a white high top is not a common find. Most kids will go for a dark blue or black. Katie had always felt a special connection and sort of reverential admiration for this particular pair of shoes, but she’d never understood why. What Katie did not know is that white high tops are the pinnacle of purity and all that is good in the world. In each pair of white high tops is a sort of power that can only be described as a miracle. No one knows quite how Chuck Taylor did it, but he managed to make one hell of a shoe.

As soon as the high top met the black stiletto, a blinding white light shone, encompassing the shoe and the high heel was vaporized. Everyone sat in a stunned silence. Even Katie was amazed at the power of a white high top. But she knew what she had to do. With a determined look in her eyes and careful aim, she hurled the white high top at the bitch. It spiraled through the air. It seemed to Katie as though it were in slow motion. It finally struck the mean girl in the boob and with another blinding light, she instantly evaporated.

She was gone. The horrifying, appalling girl that had hurt so many and so deeply was gone forever. A dark cloud was lifted off of the school. And Middletown had Katie to thank for that.

Coach Ambrose was the first to move. He realized the magnitude of the moment, but felt compelled to ask, “Young lady, you’ve got quite an arm. Would you be interested in playing a little football for us next year?” But his question was drowned in the cheers of the excited students, who had swarmed to Katie and put her on top of their shoulders. As Katie sat there, looking at all the smiling faces of her classmates. Dr. Munk was softly crying with joy in a corner. The lunch ladies rejoiced. Arvin continued to pick up the kitten.

March 17th was named Katie Soulen Day from that day forward, and a parade through Middletown was held in her honor each year. And somewhere, Chuck Taylor was smiling with pride.