Kourtney Kingslien met her doom this fine afternoon. When she saw me coming, she took off like a frightened deer. I threw my bag down and ran after her, but she dove and twisted her way towards her soccer friends. Then one of her friends came out of no where and knocked me to the ground. All hope was lost then, as Kortney piled into the car and began to drive away. But I remembered that she had forgotten her bag (which she dropped after running away from me). When she saw what I had, She gave up in return for her shit. And I did her--executioner style.