They all walked into their place of work the same way they did every morning. They were all prepared for the very long day they had ahead of them.
Mr. Gumble, the elderly man who happened to be the bodd was waiting for them as they entered.
"Ms. Weaver must I ask you again to refrain from calling Sarah "fat cheeks"? Your irate manor is most unappreciated! You should know by now that when there is hostility in a work place no work gets done!" His tone was firm as he spoke."If I hear your misconduct one more time I will throw you out on the streets! Is that clear!"

Kitten nodded solemly. She knew that was coming. One more warning was all it was going to take and she would be out of another job.
It was a miracle she had managed to keep the job this long in the first place.
Kitten took a basket of dirty clothes and headed to her asigned wash basin.

Sarah stood next to her. She smiled that self-centered smile of hers.
"Kitty, I must say I am surprised to still see you here. I thought for sure you would be fired." She said smuggly.
Kitten took out a shirt and placed it into the basin. She was trying her best not to get smart with Sarah. She desperately needed this job. If she lost it, she would really have nothing.

Kitten reached into the basket for the soap so she could begin washing the clothes.
The only problem was the only thing she could find was more clothes.
She looked in the basket nearly throwing the clothes onto the floor.
Then she noticed the soap that was dangling in front of her face.
She heard a voice from behind her saying,"Looking for this, Kitty? Thought so....well...you can't have it!"
Kitten growled. She turned around to face Sarah who was 5'11'' way taller then she was.
"If dis job wasn't so important to me I'd, I'd, I'd...." Kitten was tounge tied.
Sarah looked down into Kitten's eyes still smiling that ugly smile of hers,"You'd what? Get your little friends to gang up on me?"
She chuckled annoyingly.
"C'mon! Kitty, we all know a little inane person like you has no backbone."

Kitten narrowed her eyes in disgust. She walked up to Sarah to get in her face as best she could.
"Just who do ya t'ink you are?!?!"
Sarah snickered as she hit Kitten in the head with the soap.
Kitten was hit so hard the impact caused her to stagger back a few spaces.
She shook her head to regain her composure. She looked at Sarah, her eyes turning dark. She lunged at Sarah with all her strength.

"Sarah just shut up!!!!!" Kitten yelled as she fell on top of Sarah.
Sarah hit the floor with an enourmous bang. She held her head as she looked up at Kitten who was sitting on top of her.
Sarah began to flail her arms hopping to push Kitten off of her. "Get off of me you cow!"
Kitten brought her arm back into a fist.
"I said, Shut up!!!", Kitten yelled as she punched Sarah in the face.
Ditz, Flakey, Slip and Twigs began to gather around all of the two girls. They did not really say anything. They just stared blankly at them.
Kitten balled both her hands into the fists and started punching Sarah again. She used all the strength her small body possesed as she did so. Harder and harder she hit Sarah. Then before long a "Kitten" chant was starting.

Mr. Gumble had now heard the loud chant and then came storming into the room.
He watched Sarah trying to block Kitten's punches and from the looks of things she was not doing a good job. Her hair was scattered about. There around the two were the rest of the girls cheering Kitten on.
He banged his walking stick on the floor. He banged it so hard that all comotion stopped abruptly.
"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE??", he demanded.
He grabbed Kitten up off of Sarah. Sarah was in a ball crying, Kitten on the other hand did not even have a scratch on herself.
"Ms. Weaver get your things and leave!", he shouted.
Slip decided it was about time she spoke up before Kitten lost her job,"Sir It was Sarah who started all of this. Kitten was only trying to protect herself."

The others all nodded in agreement.
No matter what Sarah wanted they were not about to see Kitten thrown out without so much as a nickle to her name.
Mr. Gumble looked at the cry baby Sarah and asked in an even tone,"Is that true?"
She only shook her head yes not able to say the word.
Mr. Gumble looked as though he was about to explode. He took Kitten by the arm with brutal force. He drug her to the front door as the others shouted out NO!
He swung the arm that was holding onto Kitten back before he threw her out on the street.

"Come back tomorrow when you have cooled down!"
He slammed the door shut on her face.
She just sat there on the street. She could feel one of her legs bleeding from the impact of when she hit the pavement. She ignored it. She barely noticed the pain she had.
That was when she heard the voice of someone who was about to change her whole life.