Inkless

Chapter 2

The end of the day doesn't come soon enough. After lunch, I Had English class, and that meant sitting behind Kaleb and Kim. There is no two people I hate more together than them. On their own they're my best friends, but together, I loathe them.

Kaleb was my best friend since grade one, ever since I met him I always thought he would be the one I would fall in love with and marry. Kim however had the same intentions with him. She transferred to our school in grade eight. She won Kaleb over in grade nine with her brainy thoughts and processes.

I could never be as smart as her or Kaleb. It didnt help that by grade nine she already had five tattoos. I had none, I still have none. I guess that'a also a reason I envy Kim. Her tattoos made her so sure of herself, I could only guess about myself.

I'll never know until I get my first mark of ink. If I ever do. My thoughts are cut short by the bus stopping. This is my stop. I get up and walk to the front the bus. All the high school students on the bus have at least one tattoo, even some of the younger kids have one.

The bus doors open and I hop off. My mom is standing outside of the house, she's waiting for Jyl; my little sister. My mom looks at me, "Anything yet?" She asks me. She's talking about my tattoo situation. I just shake my head and walk inside. Everyday she asks me, and she always gets the same answer.

I don't know why she even asks me. I'm never going to get one. I drag my feet down the hall into my room. As I flop onto my bed, I see the mirror taunting me. Everyday, I get out of bed, and that mirror ruins my day.

I pull myself off the bed, and step in front of the mirror as I pick my flaws apart. That's what everybody does when they see their reflection, right? I don't know how I can even be this person in the mirror.

I don't look like my mother, or my father. They both have a slight golden tinge to their skin, and dirty blond hair. I on the other hand, have pasty white skin and dark brown hair. My face spotted with freckles.

Both of my parents have several tattoos. My nine year old sister even has a tattoo! It's three small lily flowers from the same stem, on her back, it's supposed to represent her caring and gentle family, or at least that what she says.

"Christa!" My mom yells at me from living. I turn my gaze from the mirror, and run for the living room.