How About Seven? ✔

4. Never Back Down

The navy blue satchel in front of me came undone almost immediately, and a whole array of items spilled out. I cringed, and hastily bent down to retrieve them. At first it was all just typical school stuff - pencils, pens, a club badge....then I saw the lip gloss and the compact powder and the spare earrings and the eyeliner.....whoa, have I stumbled into a fashion school?

The girl I bumped into didn't even bend down to retrieve her items and left me to it. I ended up picking up all her stuff while staring at her very orange, mesh platform ankle boots with a side zipper design and a heel that was four inches high. I knew all the specs because just the day before I had been to a department store and saw those exact same shoes in the display window. They were tagged with a banner screaming "New Arrival!", and costed approximately 120 dollars and 90 cents.

With an armful of her things I stood back up and cast a keen eye over her. She had on a cardigan and black leggings, and was also dressed in a loose white T-shirt with just enough the amount of transparency, so you couldn't see, but could figure out, that she had on a black undergarment. Her hair was the most striking part of her, long and flowing, done in a hairstyle which was apparently called "ombre" - which was French for shadow by the way. Also the name of a card game.

Basically she had her hair done in a manner where the color went from dark shades to lighter hues along the length of her artistically wind-swept hair. She had gone for the color blonde, and so her hair was something like this

Her expression was like this too, if you were wondering.

I mentally tallied up her points, trying to determine which empire she was in. Expensive tastes, fashionable clothing, excessive cosmetic products, derisive glare......too bad she doesn't have a band of merry men......

"Oh. My. God. Brandy, did that girl just knock into you?"

Whoops. I take it back. Two more girls came to stand by her side, each with their arms folded and wearing the same derisive look.

I was in unfamiliar territory and seemed to have stumbled right into hostile forces. So, following the Blackcroft guidelines...

1. Assess.

Done. Conclusion - Popular. Definitely the Popular empire.

2. Ask.

As in ask yourself. Can you take down this amorphous blob of stewed prune?

I looked at her. She had four-inch high heels on but she was the same height as me. She didn't look very skinny, had a well-maintained S figure, but I doubt she could execute a roundhouse kick in those heels.

So the conclusion was yes. Yes I could take down this stewed prune.

3. Attack.

I hesitated.