The Artist z.m. (no longer writing)

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marina's POV

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"Marina, I need you to fill me in while I'm out for the 3 months."

"Alright. I can do that."

"Thanks. I'll make sure you get double the pay."

I hung up and set down my phone. My boss had just called asking me to take his place for 3 months, cause he's on some kind of....vacation I guess?

Gosh, that's quite a while for me.

The tattoo shop down the street is where I work.

It's a tough job, but I've got enough experience for it. Johnny my boss, says I'm the best artist he's ever had. And it's true.

Ever since the beginning of Sophomore year my friends would let me use some old machines. I just learned on my own and now I'm a master.

I start 2 days from now and I have to prepare for many customers. We're always jampacked. It's kinda scary sometimes.

I really like my job. It's exciting to see what each person wants.

To prepare I take out a sketch book, some pencils and draw some cool designs.

Whenever I show off my drawings to customers they love them.

I actually have a few tattoos myself, but those were done in other shops.

I think I'm set for a harder job for the next 3 months.

I might need a cigarette to relax myself. I walk onto my balcony, light up my cig and breath it in.

Ahh I haven't smoked in a while and it feels good.

Throwing my cigarette on the ground and smashing it with my foot, I walk inside my apartment, shut off all the lights and head for my bedroom.

My extra large Boxer dog is sound asleep on it's twin size mattress that's right next to my king size mattress.

I undress, throw on some shorts and a t-shirt and lay down closing my eyelids and drifting off into a quite comfortable sleep.