I'm sitting in a chair at the tattoo parlor waiting for Tory. I'm getting a tattoo on the side of my neck and up behind my ear. It's crumbling bricks and behind the crumbling bricks it says "my monster is breaking through" as Tory draws my tattoo, Adam atempts to make small talk.
"So how was the first day of training?" He asks
"Well other than the fact that it involved a bunch of dumbasses, it was good" I say the last part sarcastically and Tory laughs
"Are you sure that you just transfered from Amity?"
"I know right! She can be such a jerk for an Apple Picker."
"I was never an 'Apple Picker' thank you very much." I can't help but roll my eyes.
"Well then you can be such a jerk for a high person" he smirks
"I'm not a 'high person' either. But you,my friend, are an asshole." His smile gets even bigger.
"So I am your friend!!!" He bursts into a laughing fit and neither I nor Tory can contain our laughter. When she finished my tattoo she gives me a mirror to look at it an it looks amazing.
"If you think I'm you friend then you have some serious mental issues and really need to get that checked out." I give him a knowing look and his face falls and I begin to laugh, yet again, uncontrollably.
"Now what else was it that you wanted done?" Tory asks me while she puts up the tattoo gun.
"I want dimple piercings and I wanna dye my hair."
"Alright. Well follow me and you can pick out what you want your piercing to be and what color to the you hair. Unless you already know."
"No no no no no....." Adam says slapping my arm every time he says 'no'.
"What?!" I yell, aggravated and also confused at why he is freaking out like a child would over God knows what.
"Don't dye you hair!" He screams like a small child.
"Why the hell not!?" I look at Tory. "I want it to go from dark blue to a light blue and also sone green on te ends." I look back to Adam and his face is in a really sad kind of shock.
"Nooooo......." he whines as Tory continues with my hair and peircings.
:{D Authors note!!!!!
pic at beginning of chapter is Rayne's awesome hair lols peace out bruhs :{D
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