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La Fille Bonne Prologue I couldn't believe that my trip to Niger was rather dislikeable. While I was in the hotel, someone managed to break in and throw acid straight on my face, so when I woke up to change my diaper, I discovered in the mirror that I was bleeding and needed to get to the hospital immediately. Before the attack, I used to be a young, beautiful girl that was loved by the school, but the assault left my spirit permanently scarred, and my face permanently changed. It was rather hard to face my own face, with a huge scar on the front. Luckily, I wasn't hated by the whole school, for a few students and teachers still loved me for who I was.
What I don't get is how someone could lunge straight into the hotel room and perform such an act so quick and unnoticeable, much like an Assassin. Why did I not feel it right away? Did I just wake up when I realized it was morning? Why didn't I die? Why am I even still alive even after the attack? Did I experience a nightmare? Maybe it wasn't a nightmar
Alexander Menthe de Chat profName: Alexander Menthe de Chat
Race: Human (French/British)
Hair colour: Dark Brown, with a red flower on the front.
Eye colour: Brown
Likes: Hanging out with Ashley Bonhomme, as he has an obsession with her. Also enjoys talking to others and pulling pranks.
Dislikes: People who make fun of Ashley.
Friends: Ashley Bonhomme, Levi Eliassen (who is actually in grade 6), some grade 7 students.
Relatives: Dead Mom and Dad, lives with his Aunt (Celena) and Uncle (Mitchell). Also lives alongside his older cousin (Adam) and his older brother (Oliver).
Personality: Outgoing, friendly, sympathetic.
Flaws: Sometimes plays pranks that fail badly, such as putting toys on teacher's chairs.
Other: Wears a collar around his neck with an "A" on it. Has a diaper with a mouse on the front.
Ashley Bonhomme profileName: Ashley Bonhomme
Race: Human (French)
Hair colour: Dark Blonde, with light blonde streaks
Eye colour: Green
Likes: Hanging out with people, playing games, pulling pranks on others for fun.
Dislikes: Her horribly disfigured face which was a result of having acid thrown on her, Burgers (even if it has no condiments).
Friends: Her only friends are her siblings, Jessica Sasaki, Levi Eliassen, Ange Dykstra, and her boyfriend, as they are the only ones who respect her for her looks.
Relatives: Mother, Father, older brothers, older hermaphrodite sibling, younger hermaphrodite sibling.
Personality: Shy, lonely, want to be loved
Flaws: Sometimes known to take extreme measures when people comment on her looks, such as insult those people until they are reduced to tears.
Other: Wears a diaper, but covers it with a skirt in public. Sometimes covers her face to prevent people from laughing at her or being freaked out by her appearance. Has scars across her eyes and a sca
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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