Tattoo assignment

 

  If I were to get a tattoo that has significance to me I would get a tattoo of a butterfly in cohesion with an infinity sign. I would place it over my heart on the left side or just under, on my upper rib cage area. The butterfly is a symbol of my grandma. She passed away of cancer before any of her grandchildren were born. My parents went to a psychic for a general reading and the psychic brought up my grandma and how even though she can't be here physically as her children and grandchildren grew up, she would always be there for love and support through the good and the bad in the form of a butterfly. I didn't know about this until probably the middle of this year, but when I found out it gave me a comforting feeling. 

  Looking back on my growing up and even present day, I remember my brother, sister and I always playing in the backyard with this black and white butterfly everyday. We would try to catch it, but we never could and when we were about 5 years old we gave it the name Skiddish Hidey because it would always fly away and disappear, then it would come back again. 

  Now that I know about it, I notice the butterfly more. Whenever I go through rough times or happy moments, family gatherings and memories being made, I look out the window and the butterfly is always there, watching over and being apart of every moment. I know that when I need her she's always there watching over me and guiding me to make good decisions. The reason why I want it over my heart and to be in cohesion with an infinity sign is because whenever I'll look at it I will think of her and know that she is forever with me and will be in my heart for infinity. 

Being a Teenager

  I love being a teenager. I have the freedom to go more places and do more things that don't involve parental supervision. There are many ups and downs to being a teenager. The ups are that I'm smarter, less dependent on other people and I actually have a social life. The down sides are I get to deal with other teenage girls and I think everyone knows how frustrating that can be because there's just way too much unnecessary drama that involves boyfriends, what that one girl was wearing to school the other day  and many other pointless subjects. Technology, friends and family are my life. I am a huge movie lover, so the great thing about being a teenager is I can pretty much get in to watch any movie I want without having to worry about the age limits and coarse language like when I was younger. Something my dad still tells me to this day is, "Be a kid as long as you can because it only comes once in a life time," I live by that quote especially in my teenage years because so far, as I've noticed, it does go by fast. So far, my teenage years are my favorite years in life because aside from worrying about school, grades and what I want to be in the future, I can be carefree and just live in the moment.

The Apartment on the Third Floor

    It all started in the apartment on the third floor...

   The drapes hung dead, the air was cool and crisp and the wall paper that used to be cheery, lost its charm. Everything looked abandoned, like someone left in the middle of the night and never returned. I noticed that when I first entered this small building no one was very friendly at all, they never even looked my way. I felt uneasy and unwelcome. 

   I was examining the room and I noticed something strange, the picture frames. They caught my attention as soon as I saw them.  I walked towards the picture frames and it sent a shiver up my spine as I laid eyes on them. They were all of different residents looking out the window with a hypnotized look in their eyes. All but one was on display, the other was face down on the dresser. I picked up the frame. The moment I flipped it over to see the picture I immediately felt all of the color drain from my face. The frame slipped from my cold, quivering fingertips and hit the floor. After seeing the picture and the entire apartment, I had the sudden urge to do what the last resident did, run out the door and never look back, but at the same time something about this room felt like it was calling me, felt like it was home. 

   That night before I went to bed I shut the window so the cold autumn wind wouldn't disturb me in the night. It was 3:00am and the window blew wide open. I woke up with a startle and as I started to get out of my bed I heard a voice that stopped me in my tracks. It called out my name in a raspy voice that caught my attention then whispered in my ear.

   It said, "Come to the window." 

   Even though I was scared out of my mind and shivering like a chihuahua in the rain, it felt safe. I got out of bed and made my way to the window. 

   The voice piped up again, "Look familiar?" It asked.

    At that moment the idea of going to the window no longer felt safe, but it was almost like I couldn't stop myself from doing it. As I peered out the window for longer I started to put the pieces together.... 

   People wouldn't look my way, the picture I picked up and the things this voice was telling me all added up. 

   I am invisible to the human eye, I no longer exist in the physical world, that picture was of me. I had that hypnotized look in the window and the voice was a passed resident that makes people jump out the window and commit suicide after the picture is taken by someone or something unknown and somehow unseen. 

   Now I know that each new passed resident takes over the apartment on the third floor and hypnotizes the next. I am the new one and I will be waiting for you.