Chapter 4: The Border Patrol

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After hours of driving North. I finally get to the Canadian Border. I don't think I can be let in very easily, unless I create a fake identity. I have lots of fake driver's license, even the Mexican license Dice made me, I'll use that one. I pull up to the border.
"Good evening ma'am. May I see some ID and passport" the Border patrol ask. I hand him my fake Passport and fake Mexican Drivers license. "This doesn't look real... are you using a fake document ma'am?" He looks at me
"What, no, I would never" the Border patrol is still not convinced. "Ima have to ask you to get off of your motorcycle" I get up and make the Border Patrol look somewhere else. As he looks somewhere else. I use the shock pen I took from Spencer and uses it on the Border Patrol. He falls down quick and I speed up to cross the border. But before I go, another Border Patrol asks me if I got approved. "Oh yeah, I got approved. Super approved" the other Border Patrol lets me in "welcome to Canada! Miss" she says to me
"Thanks" I drive in and look around. I can't believe I'm in Canada. And used fake documents. A fake American passport and fake Mexican license.
When you're a criminal, you can think of a thousand ways to get in places using fake stuff and getting away with it. Tho I've been to Canada before to visit my homeland. The Fat Cake Factory. Omfg I miss that place soo much! Now I really want some Fat Cake. I drive up to the nearest Convince store and buy like 10 packs of Fat Cakes. "Wow, that's lots of Fat Cakes you got there" the cashier asks "uh yeah.. Canadian Fat Cakes are soo freaking amazing!" I say a bit loudly
"hey! No using profanity in this premises" he tells me "I wasn't swearing. All I say was Freaking" I reply
"There it is again! The f word" he says.
"It's not Freaking. It's Fucking!" I say a bit loudly then immediately cover my mouth. "Damn girl. Are you from the USA? I can tell and I was just messing with ya. Here you go" he hands me the bags and I pay for them and leave. Continuing my search for a new place to stay.

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