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Personal Narrative: The French Whore Who Changed My Life

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I'm not your ordinary college student, I don't go out and party, I don't go out and do drugs. I have one goal and that's to finish college before getting my first STD. Most people would think I'm stupid for wanting to do this, but really, I just don't have time for people. I major in Astronomy, and I work all night in a Diner across the city. It was the best paying job for my kind of age. Being 19 does not help in the state of Washington, take note on that.

There were big time companies, but they wouldn't have hired me, I didn't have expertise or I was just too young. I was able to work as a bartender but seeing as how my older sister met her husband, baby daddy and now widowed. I decided against that job and worked at my diner. Rarely anybody
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Real settle, what if guys look at me like I'm one of the French Whores who wear too much Victoria Secret Perfume, I mean don't get me wrong, it smells nice but there is a fine line between that's enough and you're going to smell like a French Whore if you don't stop sprinkling that crap everywhere.

I shouldn't have to worry about other people trying to kidnap me, I have a Taser and Pepper Spray, My brother was a retired police officer so I got his Taser, which Im sure thats not even allowed? I mean, its protecting me and my well being so. Hearing incoherent sounds into the distance I could see 5 Figures coming into more of a clear view. Just. Freaking. Great. Just what I needed, a freaking mob telling me that I'm their next victim.

Me: Um, Allie where the heck are you! Pretty sure there is a mob down the street that will try to kidnap me!

I texted her but no reply, she never replied while she was driving which made her the safest driver in the world in my perspective. Although her road rage was a train wreck. "Hey there pretty little lady!" One of the men said into the distance, his words were slurred but I knew it was directed to
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I have paper spray and boy, let me tell you, it would be painful as heck if I used it on you." I yelled, but it didn't sound right, didn't even sound like a yell at all actually. I sounded scared, you could defiantly hear the fear in my voice.

"Awe, boys that's so cute, she doesn't swear, she's innocent and pure" He chuckled and started walking towards my way, with his posse following behind him. "You and I both know what you don't have the guts to use pepper spray princess." He had said, calmly like it was just a friendly conversation but I could feel the tension and the unease in the air, like a thick thick fog in the late winter nights.

"Is that a challenge?" I knew better to step up, even better when It was against the School's bad boy Blake Asher. He was a tsunami you didn't want to mess with, and here I was. Splashing him around like he was a freaking puddle. He chuckled and looked me straight in the eye. I was looking death right in the eyes, and you know what I saw? The Grim Reaper staring right back at
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