I watched Kaleb get his first tattoo, it was in 7th grade, math class. Him and I sat at the back table together, him writing notes, constantly pushing his glasses up on his nose. I saw it before him, I glanced over at his paper and I noticed a small black line appear on his arm.
I watched it as in seemingly danced across his arm, expanding as more of his pasty white skin was coloured black. I didn't say a word until I was sure the tattoo was done.
It read "φρόνησις". What did that mean? I'm sure kaleb would know, he knows everything.
"Kal, look at your arm." I whispered.
"My arm? Wh- WHOA MY FIRST TATTOO!" Kaleb exclaimed.
Everybody turned around to look at his arm. Asking him questions, "Did it hurt?" "Is it real?" "Why is it on your arm?"
But nobody seemed to ask the question I was asking, "What does it mean?"
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Inkless
Teen FictionSynopsis: Christa is a normal girl in a normal world. Except for one thing, she's inkless. She lives in a world where as people proceed through life, tattoos embed themselves on the person's skin. These tattoos each have a meaning of their own, for...
