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[indent][indent][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keuA7enn7a0]Par la gloire, ou par la guerre
Un jour on l’aura notre terre promise
On vivra à jamais dans les livres d’histoires
Ou dans les dossiers d’archives de la police[/url][/i]

[color=93fbe4]"Crisse de câlisse de sacrament de tabarnak d’osti de ciboire!"[/color] 

A beautiful string of Quebecois swear words suddenly overtook the music playing in her headphones as Asélie scrambled from the pavement; her eyes locked on the muscle car that continued down the road to the library. Her parents forced Asélie to wear safety pads and a helmet if she wanted to ride her skateboard, but eating asphalt after an unexpected bail was still painful even if having the wind knocked out of you was preferable to a fractured skull and broken bones.

[color=93fbe4]"Watch the road next time, moron."[/color] Asélie complained, even though the car was by then long gone. 

Brushing the dirt and dust off her jeans, Asélie hurried to catch up to her board before it rolled any further down the neighborhood street. It was still early in the day, but it seemed the world was out to get her. Asélie swore her father woke up on the wrong side of the bed when he off about her overdue fines regarding the books she had borrowed for final projects at the library, and when she tried to abide by her father simply to get him off her case, she nearly ate the front hood of a car even though it technically was her fault for not paying attention at the intersection.

Fucking America. They should've never moved from Montreal, even if it meant "better opportunities" and "more money to spend on themselves", or so were her parents' reasoning for the move.

Hopping back onto her board into a kick turn, Asélie pulled her phone from her pocket and fiddled with her Spotify. [url=https://open.spotify.com/album/69uk7o6mVn1hPr4HAn1NEO]Loud's album, "Une année record"[/url] had continued to play through her headphones, and was already a good song and a half from where she last remembered she was at before nearly being ran over. Flipping back to the sixth track in the album, Asélie stuffed her phone back into her jacket and let the music fill her ears as she swerved side to side down the rest of the street to the library. 

Sure, today might've had a rough start, but as long as she had her favorite music, it couldn't all be bad. After all, what was the chance of being nearly hit by an automobile twice in the same day? 

[right][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukHmEZXUdqQ][i]Elle sourit pour les miroirs et les lentilles
Quand elle m'envoie des photos elle est sans filtre
J'me fais tirer les ficelles
Par des filles superficielles sur leur sans fil[/i][/url][/right][/indent][/indent]