Renée went to find a private taxi driver on the outskirts of the town. She could kill multiple birds with one stone, she couldn't be tracked, she could easily sell her camera and have her own space.
There were a number of cars parked along the street, Renée mentally checked off the perverts and proceeded to bargain, the first taxi driver refused, giving her a weird look. She went towards the next car, a middle-aged short, plump man leaned on the passenger door with his arms crossed. He didn't look harmful to Renée, she was pretty sure she could easily tackle him to the ground, if needed.
"I need to get to Paris, as soon as possible" Renée said, trying to sound confident and hide the fear that raked through her at the thought of what she was about to do; she had never travelled so far from home, alone.
"Are you trying to run away, young lady?" the man asked as he narrowed his dark eyes at her, trying to look intimidating, but he failed terribly.
Renéesnapped her head upwards,
"None of your business! Also, I don't have money, but I have this camera, it costs a good thousand bucks, so I think it should do" she said with newfound vigour in her voice
He inspected the camera, trying to switch it on and off again.Renée could see he didn't know the least bit of what he was doing.
"Get in the car" he said.
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One Balloon Away
Teen FictionJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
