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Personal Narrative: Miranda's Tattoos

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I still haven’t gotten it; she said, referring to her tattoo. Today was Miranda’s seventh birthday. All she could do was pace back and forth in the living room. I had already gotten mine, on my fifteenth birthday it appeared. How am I going to survive today? You see, in Cearan once we turn a certain age, fifteen; we get a tattoo on our left wrist. It usually showed up as a name from the other gender, but not always. Within a month after your birthday these people, councilors, tell you that you’re a perfectly fine person and that you’ll have a great life, which is only if you have a tattoo. Well you see Miranda is turning seventeen today and you could say she’s a bit nervous. If you don’t have a tattoo you apparently don’t have a soul …show more content…

It was a gift from my parents when I was 15 but I had waited until I was 16 to drive it, I didn’t want to crash this beauty. I headed over to Rainbow Road, yes that is my street name, and Mario does not race here. The clock on my dashboard said 9:00 pm wait wasn’t it just 6? Today had been a long day I couldn’t wait to get home. Once I arrived at my house I could still see that the lights were on in my parent’s room. I walk up the front steps because I know that if I try to sneak in they’ll catch me. Let me tell you about my parents, they are devout Christians and I have very strict rules. They both think that Miranda is a bad influence in my life; they think I should hang out with my friends from church more. I try to fit in at school and it’s pretty hard; I’m the popular girl’s sidekick. Don’t get me wrong, I love Miranda to the moon and back, but I am the brains of our duo while she’s the beauty. I’m seen as the smart girl who hangs out with the popular girls. At times I regret my choice of being friends with Miranda; especially when I want to go sit and talk with the bookworms, geeks and the nerds. But I get stuck sitting at the popular table; where the conversation revolves around hot guys, boy bands, clothes, and makeup. I know most girls my age would do anything just to sit at my …show more content…

I didn’t fit into the category I was a nerd, a gamer gal, and a bookworm. But I knew everyone, it didn’t matter if you were on the corner of Main Street selling drugs I probably knew your name, and your story. At times this was a good thing, especially at ceremonies and award shows. Since almost everyone knew me, I always got the most applause. Whereas other times it was horrible, like when we got a new substitute at school and kids claimed to be me just to mess with the teachers. I guess it was in my genes to be a nerd, but a popular one at that; my dad is a computer engineer while my mom is a party planner. I got my looks mostly from my mom; I got her oval face, plump lips, and her figure; while I got my electric blue eyes and brunette hair from my dad. I guess I’m okay looking, but being around someone like Miranda and her friends is like comparing a nerdy kid with glasses and braces to Victoria Secret

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