Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 13

*•*•* Two Years Later. Brinna is 17 and Lizzy is 18 *•*•*

Okay so a little update on my life. I've just had my 17th birthday and I'm living life. I have three wonderful new friends. Kendall- the make-up artist, Lesley- the tattoo artist, and Jessi- the piercer. They may look pretty tough on the outside (believe me, their tough inside-out), but they're really the best group of friends I've had. They love me and supported me through my big change. My big change? you may ask. Well, let me tell you...

As I said, my seventeenth birthday was a little while ago. It was the best year ever, you know being sixteen and now I'm one year closer to being a full "legal" adult. But, it was also the worst. Liz had to leave for collage a week after my birthday. It's not far away but she still lived on campus. Plus , she forgot her promise from years ago saying that we would move out of foster care together. Mrs. Moore had completely insisted in giving Liz a future so *BAM* Liz left to collage.

Ever since Liz left, I felt more free. I love Liz but I felt like I had to meet her standards. But now I don't. I don't care about Mrs. Moore and her thoughts about me and my appearance. The same goes for all my foster siblings that I never learned the names of except Derek and Kevin. Derek was still hot but I wasn't really crushing on him. He was just attractive. I never learned the names of the other children because I knew I would never stay here for very long. Why get to know someone you'll never see again?

Anyway, back to my "big change/transformation" thingy. After Liz left, I really started hanging out with Jessi, Kendall, and Lesley. They helped me express myself in my appearance, clothing, and body language. Some might call me a attention whore or a slut but I'm just being myself (still a virgin and proud so I don't know what their talking about.). This is what I've been wanting to do for quite a while and people should just stay out of my life and get their own.

Now for my new appearance, I have all my dream tattoos and piercings. I had a rose like the one from "Beauty and the Beast" on the back of my neck that I've wanted since I was fourteen. Actually, I've wanted all of this since I was fourteen. I had John 3:16 written on my wrist to remind me that I always had someone to love me. Of course, the ever-so-famous, infinity symbol with I simi-colin through the bottom right side of the symbol. This was to remind me that my story, my life, could keep going to infinity. I didn't just randomly ink my skin while I was drunk, these things have meanings. Meanings more than just what they show, but back before that tornado tore my life out of me.

My piercings weren't just random either. Each one for was something that that twister took away. My cartilage- Jenna. My nose stud- my father. My lip- my mother. My belly ring- my life. Now for my double ear lobe on my left side- that, that I was drunk for, but I don't regret it.

My right cartilage was for Jenna because we could scream, giggle, cry, or even just gossip into each other's ear for as long as we wanted. My nose stud on my left side was for my father because he was the one to kiss my nose every night. My little lip ring in the bottom right corner of my mouth was for my mom because she taught me what to say. She taught me to be kind to others. That might not always shine through but she was the one to teach me. My ring upon my belly was for getting my life takin away. It was sucked out of me that night.

That night I realized I had to be strong. I had to be there for people to lean on. I realized that life sucked so freakin much. That people were stupid enough to fall in love and go all weak for another human and depend on one another to be dropped. Dropped into hell. Love makes you weak. I don't love. I am strong. Strong I will stay. For my friends, for Lizzy, for my parents. Tattoos and piercings and alcohol won't change me, but can remind me who I am. Who I have to be. Alcohol reminds me that I'm stupid. It reminds me that I will fall if I love. I love Lizzy and I still do but when she left for collage, I fell. I was weak for seven freakin days. I stayed in my room because no one need to to see me weak. I got my tattoos and piercings and I built myself back up with the help of Jessi, Kendall, and Lesley. They are my true friends and we all are there when the other falls. Life sucks. It sucks worse when you fall.

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Okay just cuz I'm writing this doesn't mean it's what i think too. This is Brinna, not me. I think love is a good thing tho Brinna doesn't. Yes 'Jessi' does not have an 'e' at the end. Just 'i'. Sorry I've been writing shorter lately!

Happy reading! Xoxo 😘😘 -Me