Inertia

8. Fight, Fight

Sarinah Al Sharif sat at her luxurious custom vanity in the softest silk robe lined with the whitest fur around the arms and sides of the garment. Her dark hair fell completely straight without a single hair misplaced as if disobeying Sarinah's orders would result in painful consequences. Her brown eyes absorbed and revelled in the morning sunlight that came from her large window and her plump limps were slightly parted, reaveling a set of perfectly white teeth as she stared endlessly into the expensive mirror. The smooth silk of her robe comforted her skin but did nothing to quell the thoughts inside her head.

She stared at her impeccable reflection in her custom vanity, analysing every inch of her face . She found herself critiquing her makeup, every single stroke of her brush, every line on her eyebrow and every smudge of lipstick revived no mercy from her trained eyes. She drew back from the mirror for a bit to analyse her appearance from affar, Sarinah knew she had to look good from every possible angle, she was one that was never to be caught off guard. She was about to move on to the other parts of her face when  realised if she didn't get a move on that she would be late to school and today of all days was when she couldn't afford to be late. She had her war paint on and it was time for battle.

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The second her heeled bronze slender legs hit the concrete of Rosewoods parking lot, Sarinah felt the waves of her power and dominance ripple through the school campus. She stepped out of her vehicle in the carefully crafted routine she'd perfected over the years, her fawn crocodile Birkin perched on her arm and her jet black hair flowing fluidly behind her as she made her way out of her deep purple Aston Martin and into the schools extravagant entrance.

Usually, Sarinah would have her entourage consisting of Alberte and Yurina to name a few, for such confrontation however, Sarinah was seething. She'd been embarrassed in front of all those at the top of Roses hierarchy and now she demanded blood. She had no time to wait for Yurina to spend a full hour deciding between which leather to wear that day or for Alberte's security team and driver to arrive. She knew the whole school had been deprived of some good old fighting in the hallway and Sarinah was damn prepared to give it to them. The whole school wanted fists thrown and bitter words exchanged between the elite of the school, so she knew she had and she would come out of this on top, Rosewood would fear her more and respect her position at the school. She had no intention of letting this influence be snatched away from her until she had safely graduated.

The sound of her Gianvito Rossi heels pierced through people's ears as her feet violently tore the marble floor with every step. Sarinah was channelling all her anger and embarrassment through her gait and from the way everyone in the hallway stopped to follow Sarinah with their eyes, she knew she was about to cause a massive scene and she couldn't be more happy. The way her heels clicked against the marble, the way her plaid skirt moved with her curves, how the ruffles on her Miu Miu georgette blouse swayed with her every movement screamed at the rest of the students to follow Sarinah with her eyes. She knew damn well she oozed money, beauty and confidence and the student body needed to be made aware of that fact.

As she neared the end of the hallway she could hear hushed whispers all around her swirling with anticipation on what was happening next as if they could read her mind, but she drowned the sound out as she had locked eyes on the target of her rage. She increased her walking speed towards her target, alterting to her that she was in trouble , big time. Indeed this person was in trouble with the way in which  Sarinah approached them as if she was a heat seeking missile.

"Hey Sarinah, finally decided to make an appearance?" Lois sighed  when Sarinah finally approached her.

"And Chanel Rouge? Didn't you wear that same shade yesterday?." Lois continued referring to Sarinah's choice of red lipstick when she stood in front of her.