Emily;
I faked being sick to my mom and complained my head hurt too much to go to school. Since my parents are divorced once my mom left for work I left the house to the tattoo parlor. I'm just two years under the age but misty knows a guy who said he would give us free tats when ever because Misty always fixed his car for just fifty bucks and was great at creating designs and even doing the tattoos. I walk into the shop on twenty second and main. It smells of ink, sweat, and creative juices flowing. "Emily! Friend of Mistys how may I help you?"
"I want a tattoo of a dragon on my back..." I answer politely
"Easy! Come on back."
I nod and I follow him back to a chair I can sit in. He fills the pen with ink and I lean over to give him a clear view of my back. Then he set the pen to my skin.
