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Amina Johnson
Every since the argument with Dave I haven't felt the same. I know what he said was out of anger, but it still hurt me to the core.That was something I trusted him with and for him to just throw it back in my face hurt. I've been with my sister all week , she's actually a real chill person.
We talked about almost everything. It was hard to let her in simply because she was a stranger to me. I learned we're the complete opposite. While I'm shy and soft she's more outgoing and thuggish.
She even told me I was going to be an auntie. Her and Deshawn have been together since childhood. So they were both happy. It kinda made me sad because I couldn't have that. I've always wanted a big family to give my children everything I didn't have.
While I was thinking, I didn't hear mora calling me.
"Amina, I'm bored." She said dragging my name, showing she was bored.
"I want a tattoo!" I blurted out of the blue since I have been up this morning, for some apparent reason.
"You sure? That's so damn random and what kind?" She asked and I shrugged until I strolled down and saw this pretty elephant tattoo.
I ended up deciding to get the tattoo, just to be spontaneous. It was about a 30 minute drive to the tattoo parlor. We pulled up to this good parlor known as Poison Ink
"Welcome to Poison Ink, I'm Ivory how can I help you?" This pretty brown-skin girl greeted us with a smile.
"I think I want this elephant tattoo on my thigh." I told her and showed her the picture.
{A/N: "Tattoo over my heart" }
"Well animals are Trey's speciality, so follow me this way." She said and walked around the counter.
She took me to the back and let me tell y'all Trey was something else. He was funny as hell and got my mind off the Troy and Dave situation.
Amora left because she was pregnant and the smell was getting to her plus her head was hurting.
5 hours later
The tattoo was finally done and I loved it!
I walked in the mirror that was in the shop and looked at it and smiled."Thank you Trey, I love it!" I said with a smile.
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Fantasy18-year-old Amina Johnson grew up in the wealthy side of New York. She was homeschooled all her life, she didn't have very many friends, all she had was her grandma. She was naive in every which of way, which could be good and bad. When her mom ge...