As school started back up again this year, I thought Id do something a little different and ask my parents if I could get my second ears piercing. They quickly ended the conversation with a no and stated that I would look like a hobo and I would never be able to find a job. I expected the conversation to go a different way , especially because they are typically more lenient with things, but I was still very mad. I wonder what would be said if they found out I wanted my belly button pierced...
Just a few days ago was my friend Jaclyn Kopaczynski's 15th birthday. As her gift , her parents were going to let her get her belly button pierced as her present; of course I was happy for her but I wanted to be the one getting a needle stuck through their stomach. For some reason it made me want it even more.
After ten minutes of depression, I walked into class and saw Kayleigh Ferguson, a "frenemy "of mine, and she was oddly is going through the same pain as me. We ranted to each other about our parents silly rules, and it was than that we realized something had to be done. So, that Friday night, we were in the mall at the jewelry store waiting to get our belly buttons pierced.
On our drive home we felt all grown up; like the belly button ring would give us more respect. We blasted the music as loud as we could, screaming the lyrics to the songs that played. But, my mood quickly changed when we reached my house, and I realized I wasn't going to live to see the next day. I was in a crop top and had no way to cover the piercing up; at this point I felt like dead meat. " How dumb are you?!?!" Kayleigh asked. " I wasn't thinking! What do I do.?" All i got back was a shrug. With no other option I planned to make a run for it and go straight downstairs to my room.
Once I got to my front door, my eyes were set on my bedroom below. I swung open the door, jumped the last three steps and made a sharp turn down the hallway of my room. Just as I thought I was safe, there, on the other end of the hallway, was my mother putting away my laundry. Knowing there was nothing I could do about it at this point, I walked right in and said nothing until she realized the new stud in my stomach. She didn't take it very well, nor did my father.
For the rest of that week I awaited for my punishment to be over, and for my hearing to come back.My lesson was learned for sure. I had never heard my father yell as loud as I did that Friday night. I will just to earn both of my parents trusts back; it wont be easy, but have to do it. I cant look at the walls of that unkempt room for one more day, its just to depressing in a messy room.