Me and my Mace

A girl who never stands up for herself finally has enough and uses her mace against these two 'jocks' who knock her books from her hands.

Reeling from the events that just took place. I wish I had not ever used my mace Just one spritz was all it took To make a fool look like a schmuk While gathering up my books and pen People gathered around those foolish men A crowd had started to form I turned around and ran to my dorm. I left the men I sprayed lying on the ground For they were cruel and dropped my books while I never made a sound.
The End

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