The Karen She Was Meant to Be
Story:
Katrina sat alone at a food court table, slowly stirring the straw in a cup of watered-down iced coffee while the mall buzzed around her.
Shopping bags rustled. Someone laughed too loudly near the smoothie stand. A kid complained about fries somewhere behind her.
Normally she liked the mall.
Places like this made sense. Stores had policies. Employees had responsibilities. If something slipped—even a little—someone like Katrina was there to correct it.
Today, though, her mind kept circling back to the same moment.
The mistake itself had been small.
A boutique cashier had rung up a sweater without applying the posted discount. It would have taken ten seconds to correct once someone pointed it out.
Katrina had pointed it out.
Calmly at first. Then more sharply when the girl hesitated.
The correction had happened quickly after that—exactly the way Katrina expected.
None of that part bothered her.
What bothered her was what came next.
Halfway through the exchange, the girl had looked up.
And Katrina had recognized her.
They’d gone to high school together.
Back then they’d run in the same circle—confident, cutting, the kind of girls who could dominate a hallway without even trying. Mean girls, sure, but they’d worn that reputation like a badge.
Somewhere along the line the girl behind the counter had grown out of it.
Katrina hadn’t.
She had grown into it.
Over the last decade Karenification had taken the instincts she’d always had and sharpened them into something refined—confidence, authority, the ability to make a situation bend the way it was supposed to.
The girl had fixed the price quickly.
Just like Katrina expected.
But the hurt in her eyes had lingered long after the receipt printed.
That was the strange part.
People had looked uncomfortable before. Plenty of times. That had never stuck with her.
This time it had.
Five days of it sticking with her.
Five days away from the sorority house.
Five days of wondering why it bothered her at all.
Katrina leaned back in her chair and sighed.
Maybe I’m just overthinking it.
“KAT?!”
Katrina stiffened instantly.
She knew that voice.
She looked up just in time to see Shannon weaving through the food court tables with bright excitement on her face.
Oh no.
Shannon reached the table and stopped, grinning.
“Oh my god, it is you.”
Before Katrina could react, Shannon slid into the seat across from her, dropping a shopping bag beside the chair.
“I spotted you from across the food court,” Shannon said. “I almost thought I was imagining things.”
Katrina forced a smile.
“Hey, Shannon.”
Inside, a small knot formed in her stomach.
She is definitely not going to like where my head’s been.
Shannon leaned forward slightly.
“So,” she said brightly, “what have you been up to lately?”
Katrina hesitated.
Shannon waved a hand casually.
“I just assumed you were off doing something productive,” she said. “You know—charming some rich married guy into buying you something expensive, straightening out some business owner who forgot how customer service works… the usual.”
Kat huffed out a quiet laugh.
“Nothing that dramatic.”
Shannon studied her face for a second.
Then she tilted her head.
“Okay,” she said slowly.
“Why do you look like someone just told you coupons are illegal?”
Katrina blinked.
Despite herself, she laughed.
“Because that would actually be a tragedy.”
Shannon smirked.
“Fair.”
Katrina glanced down at the table again.
“I snapped at someone at a store the other day.”
Shannon shrugged immediately.
“That sounds extremely normal.”
“It was over something small,” Kat continued. “A pricing mistake.”
“Also normal.”
Kat nodded.
“I realized halfway through that I knew her.”
Shannon’s eyebrow lifted.
“From high school.”
“Ah.”
Katrina folded her arms loosely.
“She used to run with our group back then. Same kind of girl we were.”
“And?”
“She looked hurt.”
The word hung between them for a moment.
Shannon watched her carefully.
Then she leaned back in her chair.
“Kat,” she said calmly.
“You’ve spent the last decade or so becoming the Karen you’re meant to be.”
Her tone was steady, not dismissive.
“You didn’t just wake up like this one day. You built it.”
Kat shifted slightly.
“I just didn’t expect it to bother me.”
Shannon leaned forward again.
“Let me ask you something.”
Kat sighed.
“What?”
“When you pointed out the mistake… did she fix it?”
“Yes.”
“Quickly?”
“Yes.”
Shannon nodded once.
“Then the system worked.”
Kat rubbed her forehead.
“That’s not what I mean.”
Shannon lowered her voice slightly.
“You remember what that moment feels like though, right?”
Kat frowned.
“What moment?”
“That moment where you walk into a situation and you know you’re going to get what you deserve.”
The words settled into Katrina’s mind with familiar weight.
“That feeling of control.”
Her shoulders loosened slightly.
“That confidence.”
Warmth began to spread through her chest.
“That power.”
Something shifted inside her mind.
Not a thought.
A recognition.
A feeling she’d been ignoring for five days suddenly sliding back into place.
Shannon continued gently.
“You didn’t spend ten years shaping yourself into this woman just to doubt it because someone looked hurt for a second.”
The warmth spread further.
“You’ve always known what you deserve.”
Kat felt her pulse quicken.
“You’ve always known how to make sure you get it.”
The hesitation that had been sitting in her chest all week suddenly felt… smaller.
Less important.
Her posture straightened without her even realizing it.
The clarity returned all at once.
Sharp.
Comfortable.
Right.
A smile slowly spread across her face.
Kat nodded slowly.
“…You’re right,” she admitted.
The words came easily now.
“I’ve spent way too long becoming this person to suddenly doubt it.”
“There you are,” Shannon said with clear satisfaction.
Shannon grinned.
“Exactly.”
Kat leaned forward, energy returning quickly.
“You know what?”
Shannon raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“I want to swing back through that boutique while we’re shopping today.”
Shannon’s smile widened slightly.
“Oh?”
“Just to check on things,” Kat said casually. “Make sure everything there is running the way it’s supposed to.”
“And if it isn’t?”
Kat’s grin sharpened.
“Then clearly someone needs to correct it.”
Shannon chuckled.
“Public service.”
“Exactly.”
Kat stood up and grabbed her purse.
“Come on,” she said. “We’ve got stores to hit.”
Shannon stood as well.
“Now that sounds like a productive afternoon.”
They started toward the escalators together, already talking about which stores to visit first.
Kat felt lighter than she had all week.
Focused again.
Confident.
Like something inside her had snapped back into alignment.
“And after that,” Kat added as they stepped onto the escalator, “we should head back to the house.”
Shannon glanced over.
“Oh?”
Kat smiled.
“I’ve missed a few days.”
She shrugged lightly.
“I should probably catch up on my training.”
Shannon’s grin returned instantly.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “We’ll make sure you’re right back on schedule.”
Kat nodded, feeling a surge of anticipation.
Shopping first.
Then the house.
Then getting back to becoming the best Karen she could possibly be.
