Anne

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we walked in and i was really nervous.

levi whispered in my ear,

"are you sure about this?"

i turned and smiled at him.

"yeah."

i had been saving my money for a long time for a tattoo and a nose piercing.

"hey annika! how have you been?" mark walked out of the back of the shop.

"hey mark, i've been better." i shrugged my shoulders, being completely honest.

mark was one of my dads old friends, but he had been more like a dad to me that my own dad had been.

"im sorry anne, i wish i could help." he gave me a sad smile.

"its okay mark..." i said smiling at him.

"so... are you finally getting what you wanted!" he asked excitedly.

"yeah!" i giggled as he lead me to the back of the parlor.

i sat in the chair and he already had the drawing i wanted.

i saw levi look at it.

"not all who wander are lost... what does that mean?" he looked confused.

"before my grandpa died he would always tell me that. to me it means, just because im a little different dosent mean its a bad thing, just like not all people who are wandering are lost.i smiled at him.

"oh... i like it!" he smiled sitting in a chair beside me.

"thanks." i blushed.

"lets get this thing started!" mark said,while rolling over to me in his rolly chair.

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2 hours later...

i had gotten my tattoo done and now marks wife jamie was putting my new nose ring in.

i was so happy, i have been waiting for this since as long as i could remember.

i walked up to the counter and tried to give mark my money.

"no princess keep it, you have had alot going on and you could use that on something more important." he smiled sadly, because he knew what happend to me.

"no mark i insist." i said shoving the money towards him.

"no keep it, im not taking it!" he laughed.

"but mark..."

"no your family, family discount!"

"family doesn't get free tattoos and piercings."

" yes they do, now go." he laughed and pushed me and levi out of the door.

levi turned to me and stared at my face.

i got super self conscious.

is there something on my face?

he smiled.

"you are really beautiful, you know that?"

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