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The Time I Was Kidnapped And Asked To Marry Niall Horan!
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Ongoing, First published Oct 11, 2013
Kats POV

  I wake up and its a cold yet sunny day, I throw on a bright neon yellow yolo tanktop and neon green shorts. I go down-stairs and write my mom a note : Dear Mom, Going out for A walk be back soon! Love, Katrina (Kat). I grab my house key and walk out the door. I am walking to my friend Chyanne Jocums, I get there and she jumps out the door yelling, " bye mom!"   " Hey Kat!" " Sup" We begin walking down the street. All the sudden someone grabs me from behind! I scream at the top of my lungs then someone covers my mouth with duck tape. All the sudden everything blacks out.
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