Thread: Can She Rise To The Challenge (google and skittish_butterfly)

Katherine held her head high as the man tried to respond. Her free hand was tucked into her jeans pocket with almost boredom. She started to smile as he all but admitted the truth of her every point, and yet he somehow managed to dance around them without letting any of it stick to him. She felt herself getting really annoyed with him, especially when he started to imply that his gross perversions and overall lack of character were somehow a product of the University her father helped put on the map and cared so deeply about. It was outrageous! And then! To have the gall to paint her as the uncaring one! As the one who didn't care about the girls who had less family money or influence, and perhaps not the sterling credentials and intellect that would get a girl like Katherine into this University whether her father was President or not, well, it incensed her to the point she wanted to charge him like an angry girl bull, if such a thing could exist and charge such a disgusting man. But the final straw was to imply that she couldn't handle something. Ohhhh. She actually said that under her breath. But she thought so much more. Oh, no mister. You do not know this girl at all. There is nothing I can't handle. I am girl, here me roar. She was on fire, her hands unconsciously rolled up into small fists of fury, the sheaf of blank pages twisted and crumpled between her slender angry fingers. The extra altitude of her platforms was a godsend and she felt almost smugly pleased with herself and her foresight in wearing them rather than the sandals as she rose to the full height of her indignation, back straight, and could restrain herself no longer. She didn't wait for him to pass back his stupid microphone. Katherine did not need a microphone. She would slap the miserable man down with her own voice. If you indeed attended this university as you claim, let the accusation linger a beat, I'm sure the hall of records is vomiting out every last trace of your presence in disgust as we speak. It is clear you slept through every class, or perhaps were too busy out whoring to even bother attending, if you should think so little of your female classmates. And do not think for a moment you have bested me with your vague implications. A part of her mind begged her not to make it personal, to keep her upper hand, but he had challenged her and the locomotive had already left the station. You confuse the facts, painting me uncompassionate just because I haven't talked to these poor girls... yet!... Katherine blinked for a second as she unexpectedly struggled to explain it. Just because I haven't had... time... yet... Katherine's stubborn anger needed more. An undeniable impulse to prove herself in the face of his challenges gripped her and wouldn't let go. She wasn't making it personal, he was the one who'd done that. It was his mistake not hers. She snorted derisively, her voice loud and clear as the cameras and microphones all pointed their way. And you dramatically underestimate me in every possible way if you think I couldn't handle half an hour of your disgusting activities. If he'd seen how hard she worked through finals week the last semester to maintain her perfect grade average, or how hard she'd worked to get voted class president senior year in high school, he would never have said something so stupid, so obviously wrong. You have no idea what I'm capable of, not a clue. Half an hour? Hell! Half a year, it doesn't matter! You have to realize a strong, educated girl does not break. Period. She stood, back erect, chin held high, dark eyes blazing at him, tossing her hair to the side so the cameras would get a perfect shot of her noble defiance, waiting for the applause of the crowd.