Personal Narrative Essay About Tattoos

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Inked I always thought of tattoos to be a true work of art, and your body a canvas. It baffles me that people think it’s a nuisance, ugly, or inappropriate. Tattoos are a reflection of creativity and free spirit. I have always wanted one, even when I was little, I admired everyone who had one. Now since I have turned 18, it was time for me to do what I wanted most. It was Sunday morning, and I was rushing through work. I checked my phone constantly, quickly putting it away in my pocket when someone would walk around the corner, fearing I might get in trouble. My phone would go off every couple minutes while I would rush to get work done. “When will you get off?”, was a popular text that day. “Soon”, I would say, getting frustrated. I had just finished my work, and clocked out. I was waiting on my ride to home, so I could change and go to the tattoo shop. As I got home I struggled to find clothes to be suitable for this special occasion, but then again I had no idea what I was doing. I had called my parents to tell them I was going “tv shopping” with my friend Henry, and I’ll be back in an hour or two. Lying to them hurt me, but I …show more content…

It felt like my heart was a hammer against the inside of my chest as the destination got closer. A few minutes passed by and my phone started to sound off, “Incoming call: Mom”, was lit up across my screen, and my heart suddenly dropped. “She knows”, whispered across my mind, I picked up the phone with dread. “Where are you?”, she asked. “On our way to Walmart, why?”, I asked with a nervous tone, “I was just going to tell you your father and I are going out to eat, we probably won’t be back by the time you come home.”. I sighed with great relief, and realized what good timing this was. “Okay, I won’t be long”, I said, I then told her my goodbyes and hung up, and I continued on my path of anxiety and

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