- Hi, is this your son?

- Oh, yes it its- The mother reaches out for the kid who in response hold her hand and gets closer to her and away from Ann.

-He was looking for his cat, did you find him? - The mother asks Ann who in response gives an awkward face, hoping it was enough to satisfy the parent curiosity, answer her doubts, unfortunately, as Ann could gather from her eyebrows now raised, it was not.

-Oh ma’am, the cat… it.. he, is…. Dead, back there. -  Was not said without corporeal struggle.

The mother looked sad, obviously. But did recompose herself as not to show it in front of the kid, maybe, that’s what Ann and I think her reasons were.

- I’m sorry ma’am.
- It’s ok, it was not your fault. Thanks for bringing Leopold to me.

      A bow and now just the look of their backs as they walk towards the opposite direction of the cat. Damn that was sad, fortunately for you, reader, you did not have to see, for there was no visual representation of the situation presented. Ann let all the sink in, in a big gulp of sadness that felt more like a ball of wet newspaper mixed together going down her throat. Her body, suddenly leaving the shape of lassitude with the thought of being late to school, jumped as a reaction to her run start.

      With no school bag or anything else, apart from her despicable fitness state and her flacid and pathetic muscles, she ran like the wind, or what the wind would look like if it ran like the ball of shit those beetles roll uphill. Which is to say, she is slow.

      The school door passed soon the blue-ish color of the lights mixed with the brown-ish color of the school halls fill the field of sight and bathe the silhouette of a woman walking nonchalantly towards Ann. The woman is known to be Ann’s childhood friend, Maria. Her posture as stiff as that of a queen that never got to be a princess walking like she does not care to see if the floor will still be in front of her as she walks, of course it will, it wouldn’t dare go away.

- Whuts Up Mariaaa!! – Ann, holding her hand high and positioning her neck to the side, greets her in what seems to be an old man trying to fit in with the new generation. if I didn’t have to narrate this I wouldn’t.

Not even a “hi” as an answer, Maria simply makes a face lifting her left lip raising her nose in disgust. She also didn’t have to be so cold tho.

- So how was your vacation?
- Why does it matter?
- I’m just asking.
- Whatever
- Where are you going?
- I’m not staying for this class
- Why not?
- Uhmm? It’s the first day? NOTHING is going to happen.
- I see
- Anything else?
- I heard Chris’s band is going to play soon right?
- It’s not soon, it’s still in a couple of days, so what of it?
- I don’t know, just saying?

      Maria “humpfs”, Ann shrugs and raise her eyebrow, Maria go past her and Ann observes. Wtf was that? She grew to act like such a snob, good riddance. Ann should, and this is an order, make a mental note to be rude the next time she sees her and place this note right next to the others REALLY important notes she has written, like all those paranormal stuff she uses to protect humanity, pretty close to her mind’s trash can where it will, eventually and accordingly, be erased.

     Ann watches as Maria’s souls floats further away, gets into a car and goes. Ann turns back at the school hall, everybody’s souls fill the ceiling like stars, it’s beautifull and it’s enough to refill her with the feeling of wholesome. She, for a second, forgets about the cat and Maria, and remembers how her abilities can be beautifull, it fills the most boring places with magic. She walks toward the stairs, walking left and right, a classroom filled with souls through the walls. The souls are dancing and shining and everything is nice until she starts falling back.

      Ann, distracted with the ambience, bumped into something in front of her, an object for she could not see its soul, the object grabs her arm, saves her from the fall. The object has legs, arms and a head. The object is a human. A human without a soul.