Skylar


Sitting up I switched off my alarm to discontinue the obnoxious noise. Taking I glance at the clock I read 9am, I then made the decision to get up and get ready for work. Clumsily untangling myself from my duvet, I drowsily stumbled across my apartment until I had reached my bathroom.

I stripped myself from my pyjamas and entered the shower. Having spent a generous amount of time on my body, I began lathering my hair with shampoo and conditioner. Once I deemed myself immaculate, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a fluffy towel.

Once I was dry enough to exit the bathroom without freezing, I headed to my wardrobe to pick out the clothes that formed my work attire. This consisted of my ripped jeans and a band t-shirt. Working in a tattoo parlour run by your best friend is pretty awesome.

Now fully clothed, I straightened my long black hair, satisfied with the outcome I applied a heavy amount of eyeliner to each eye. Not forgetting to smother my lips in a deep red lipstick.

I took another glance at the clock, which now read ‘9:50’ shit! With only twenty minutes to get to work I ran to my kitchen and grabbed a granola bar. Shoving my feet into my combat boots, I stepped outside, slamming the door behind me as I rushed to my car, disregarding my granola bar.

Hopping into my car I wasted no time in beginning my journey to work. Driving recklessly through the morning streets of New Jersey, I angered many other drivers. I was relieved once the tattoo shop entered my vision and I pulled in next to it.

Bursting through the shop doors ten minutes late, I caught the attention of Frank, customers and other colleagues. Ignoring the stares of the people surrounding me I headed to my ‘station’ where a regular customer of mine was waiting for me.

“Sorry for the wait Amy” I smiled.

“It’s cool” she responded.

“So, what can I do for you today?” I inquired.

“I’d like this across my chest” she explained, handing me a design.

In a calligraphic font it read ‘Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction’.

Recognising the lyrics I smiled, “Black Veil Brides?”

“Yeah! I’m a huge fan!” she grinned as I chuckled at her enthusiasm.

“That makes two of us” I chuckled.


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After I had completed the tattoo I walked over to my boss, Frank, who seemed bored due to the lack of custom.

“Frank” I grinned.

“Hey, Sky!” he greeted.

“Now, about your tardiness” he scolded jokingly.

“I’m sorry, you know how long I take to get ready!” I laughed.

“So, your birthday tomorrow, me and the guys have shit planned for you!” he grinned.

“I’m gonna be so old!” I grumbled.

“You’ll only be twenty-three and hey I’m twenty-three!” he giggled.

Our conversation was cut short as a woman and a girl whom I assumed to be her daughter entered the shop.

“I’ll take ‘em” I told Frank.

I lead the pair over to my area. Sitting on my stool I faced the women. “What can I do for you?” I asked.

The elder woman spoke “Well, Isabella here, wants a tattoo, it’ll be her first” feeling slightly baffeled by her patronising tone, I turned to her daughter.

“Have you got a design with you?” I asked.

“Yes” she said, handing me the paper.

I looked at the design, a small cluster of stars.

“So, where do you want it, Hun?” I inquired.

“Um, across my lower back” she said softly. I nodded and began.


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Once the tattoo was finished I walked over to Frank.

“Sky, you don’t have to come into work tomorrow, me and the guys will pick you up at eight” Frank explained.

“Okay, thanks Frank, bye”

Notes

This chapter is boring, but I promise you the story will improve, this chapter was more about looking into Skylar's life.

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