Tattoo girl

Chapter 1

dixie pov

I hated being judged for my skin, my tattoos, or how I dress. did my makeup, a lot of the people I lived nearby, think I was a troublemaker or punk because I had a lot of tattoos, as a young teenager I had a lot of weight issues and body images. of myself, it wasn't like I was overweight, ever since. my mother sent me to a fat camp, which messed up my self-esteem issues from middle to high school, after high school. I just became my best self and started to get tattoos, up and down my arms. there were flowers, animals, and other tattoos I designed myself. I didn't care to dress like everyone else, their style is so boring I thought as I looked through an old fashion book. I love 50's area dresses, I do dress in a band tee, punk style clothing. I saw my roller skates, which I wear at the 50's roller skate theme restaurant where I worked at the time. I was on my last break, I heard my boss in the background.

"you're the best Dixie, our best skater" I smiled as I went to grab my bag after I switched my working skates. to my roller skates, I used to get home from work, and after we closed I helped the dishwasher and the kitchen close up for the night, grabbing the trays and dishes and going back and forth in the kitchen. after I clock out, I roller skate home.

luckily it was a short walk or stroll down where lived in a rich people housing neighborhood. I called it the judgment zone thought at the time, I thought at the time, I lived in a state called Ohio, and I thought as I made it to the neighborhood, as I got in the driveway I slowed down before taking off my skates. before I walked into the house, it was so boring it was a normal boring 2 story house ranch style.

I unlocked the backdoor there was my cold heart heartless mother and my stepfather fighting about something. I heard the tv in the background, as I walked up the stairs, hello...there ... Dixie" my mother spoke, my mother was very judging women, she never believed I had a job because of my tattoos and how to dressed. " where have been ?" she asked, at the time I rolled my eyes at her, before answering her " at work, like everyday" I said "I bet your doing drugs with your friends and in your gang" she accused me, she said at the time, she yelled at me as I went to the bedroom, where I locked the door behind me. 

I walked over to my desk there were books everywhere I was studying for vet school, and my dream goal was to work or study apes. like Jane Goodall, but I would be a badass, I would make my dreams come true even when my parents didn't support me I thought as I started to study.