Heads up, this book sucks. Its my very first story so yeah, its bad .
"Can I ask you something?" I asked the girl who was sitting on the floor.
"Yeah. Go for it" She said gently.
"Why so many tattoos?" I ask, pointing at her tattoos that go all down her arms.
"What do you mean?" She titls her head.
"I mean, why do you have that much tattoos? Ever heard of pencil and paper?" I change my words.
She silently laughed at me, "Paper and pencil are useless. I don't get these to cool or some what like that. I get them because each one has a story"
She confused me badly but I liked it. I like her. And I'm not ashamed of it.
"Get a diary then" I smirked.
She nodded her head, "I do have one"
"Then use it" I excliam.
"I am using it" She chuckles.
"What do you mean" I look at her, making straight eye contact.
"My body is my diary"
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This book will always be on Ashton's P.O.V and if you haven't notice, its Ashton's P.O.V. Sorry for the confusion.
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Fanfiction"She was different. She had a story of her own. Each tattoo told one of them. Her skin had become her diary" | This story is no longer going on |
