Rebel vs Angel

Me and Mum were arguing again. She wouldn’t let me go to the pub with Harley tonight; she thought that he was a bad influence on me.

“You’re too young to be going to the pub at 10 o’ clock at night and especially not with that Harley, he’s only trouble”, mum said. That seemed to be the only thing she could say about Harley, he’s trouble and he’s a bad influence. My mum just didn’t understand and I was getting really annoyed.

“Just because Harley dresses in black and drinks alcohol doesn’t mean that there’s anything wrong with him. All 18 year olds do that”, i argued back.

“It’s not what he’s drinking or wearing that’s worrying me, it’s the fact that you’re going out with an 18 year old, it’s legal for him to do everything you can’t and i don’t want him to lead you astray”, mum said. “You’re only 15”, she added.  That was it another age comment. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed upstairs to my room and slammed the door.

“You’re not going and that’s final”, mum shouted up the stairs. Stuff you, i thought.                                                                                                                            I rang Harley and told him that my mum wouldn’t let me go.

“Harley my stupid mum’s not letting me go tonight”, I moaned.                                           “Why”, he asked.                                                                                                                   “She thinks you’re a bad influence on me”, I replied.                                                         “Oh does she now”, Harley said slyly.                                                                                      “Oh I just thought”, I said, “ my mum is working the night shift tomorrow night you can come round, in secret”.                                                                                                    “Sure”, Harley replied. We said our goodbyes and put the phone down, it was going to be great, I thought.

I woke up and got dressed. I went downstairs to get breakfast and mum had left me a note saying that she had gone to her friend Ilsa’s house. I left her a not saying that I was going to Pride Hill shopping centre and to ring me if she needed me to pick anything up for her.

I got to Pride Hill shopping centre and started browsing around the shops looking for the perfect prom dress for our end of year prom, in a few months time. As I was looking round I saw an advertisement for a tattoo shop on the window of the store opposite, so I left the dress shop and went to read the notice.

I’d wanted to have a tattoo done for ages but it said you had to be over 18 or have your parents’ permission. I’ll never pass as 18, I thought. But then I had an idea. I walked up the high street to ‘Boots’, where they had free samples of makeup out. I walked around the store discretely trying to put make up on to make me look older. When at last I came to the mirror at the back of the store, I really looked older but then I looked down at my chest, there was hardly anything there. So I walked to the toilets, got some tissue and stuffed it down my bra! One last look in the mirror and I was ready to go. My heart was beating so fast when I walked into the tattoo shop but if I really wanted this done this would be the price I would have to pay.

“Hello”, said the man sitting behind the counter. He certainly looked the part he had tattoo’s from his head right down to his toes. “May I help you”.

“I’m here for a tattoo”, I replied.

“Sure”, he said, “If you can just fill out the form for me then we’ll get started”. I filled out the form and handed it back to him. Here we go, I thought.  We showed me to the room and asked me to sit on the chair while he went to sterilise the needle.