One fine day, a fair few months ago, I thought of something really cool. That is, a tattoo. Now, I was a bit skeptical about bringing it up with mum and dad, in fear that I wouldn't be able to get it (being under 18, need a signature). But after seeing so many people at my school swimming sports, I spotted an opening to discuss said tattoo. After a casual remark about so many people at school with tattoos, and some are ridiculous etc...mum said the very words that soon changed my life.
After saving the pennies, and booking an appointment, today rolls around with a few nerves (mainly due to not knowing what to expect) and many many balls of excitement flying around my body. School finishes, and I duly head over to Hastings, to adorn myself with a piece of art.
An hour and a half later, I walk out as something different. No longer 'one of them', now 'one of us'. No longer a blank canvas, but a walking art display. I'm proud of my tattoo, and can't wait to show it off to the world.
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