I never really understood the purpose of my tattoo of a rose on my left hand. Not until I became 17.
I have had this tattoo since I was born, well duh, we all have one in some place or another. A few people have covered their up. They thought it was a quick way of finding who they are meant to be wth for the rest of their lives. I agreed with this theory too. There was only one thing that stopped me from getting it covered up and that's my 'lovely' parents. My mother told me I could have had it covered it if hadn't of grown when I was younger. I saw a baby picture of myself and it used to be the tiniest of flower buds just placed there in the middle of my hand. But when I was 9 it had grown to what it is today.
I don't remember feeling it change, apparently that's what is meant to happen but for me that was not the case. All I remember was this boy ith emerald eyes and sweet brown curly hair. I met him when I was about 7 and then for another two years he was in my life but then he just left..
I'm going back a few years now to describe, in first person, my story.
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One For Me?
Teen FictionThis is a story about a girl who's in her final year of school, it's her first day back and all she can think about it her tattoo, it's itching, is he close? Will they find each other? Is there really one for Ava?