“Hee hee!” A melodious giggle echoed through the halls of Franklin Academy. A flash of gold appeared in the hallway almost too fast to register on the retinas. The girls of the ivy wing were playing hide and seek.

“Where IS she?” exclaimed Toby Smyth-Hyde, the reigning queen of the Academy’s popular clique. Goldie was at it again. When she was on the run, she was almost impossible to catch.

The years passed and her speed increased along with her height. Many of the girls wanted to hate her because of her assets, but Goldie was just so damned nice. However, behind that charming giggle was a will of iron.

Memorial Day weekend, Goldie, along with the chosen few, was invited to Toby Smyth-Hyde’s annual skating party at the family’s lavish indoor rink. On her way through the door, Goldie noticed that Theresa VanderSnoot was carrying a beautiful pair of brand new skates under her arm. Right then, Goldie decided that she HAD to have them.

“Hey, Theresa. I just saw your boyfriend out by the back driveway. He told me he wants to talk to you,” said Goldie.

“What does he want now?” uttered a frustrated Theresa.

As soon as Theresa was outside, she felt a strong blow to the back of her head and it was lights out.

“Hee hee!” Goldie had just gotten herself a new pair of skates.

 Alas, it took only a few turns around the rink for Goldie to realize that Theresa’s nickname, “Bigfoot” was an apt one. “These skates are much too large,“ she muttered to herself. Just then she spotted Amber Huffington tooling around in brand new, top of the line Riedell skates. “Ooooooh!” she could barely contain her excitement.

“Oh Amber…. Could you help me fix my hair? I just can’t seem to get this back braid right and it keeps getting in my face,” entreated Goldie.

“No problem,” said Amber, as she skated over to the bathroom door. No sooner was she inside when an artfully placed foot caused her to go crashing to the floor. This was followed by one of “Bigfoot” Smyth-Hyde’s size 14 skates connecting with her temple.

“Oh drat,” thought Goldie, once again making her way around the rink. “These skates are much too small.”

Just when she was about to give up, Goldie saw Samantha Morris gracefully twirling by in a glittering pair of custom-made skates.

She knew just what to do....

Later, back on the rink, Goldie breathed a sigh of relief.

“These skates are JUST RIGHT!”