I- I am? I asked oddly, staring at the teenager with a tattoo gun.
Yeah! She said, acting as if I should have already known. Pick out a design! She squealed, handing me a piece of paper with fifty patterns on it.
Maybe just a very small butterfly? I asked, handing her the paper.
No! She said, sounding mad. She turned to the tattoo artist, She would like a very large skull. She corrected.
My eyes widened, No! No I would not! I said.
Ignore her, thats what she wants! She said, pointing to a disfigured skull on the paper.
I rolled my eyes, and waited for Jenna to finish hers. She got an arm full of designs, most of them being flowers. Flowers? Jenna, really?! I said sarcastically.
Hey! She said, jokingly punching my arm. Youre up next. She giggled, pointing to the chair.
I sighed, and sat down.
Where would you like it? The teen asked.
Do a super large one, covering her whole arm! Jenna squealed.
I thought about it. I didnt want to seem like the outcast. I wanted so badly to fit in. Sure. I said, nodding to Jenna.