Keianna

I don’t know what I was trying to prove. I’m not even sure who I was trying to prove myself to, but refusing the piercing was followed by an empty feeling.

Why not do it? I’ve wanted to do something new for a while and we’re right here. Besides it’s just cartilage. Nothing serious at all.

“Uncle, I want to get my cartilage pierced after all.”

This is what being a teenager is all about, right? Trying new things and discovering what you like?

I wondered if it was too late to say never mind as the stranger drew an X on my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut and gripped my uncle’s hand as the quick, sharp pain spread through my ear.

I’ve decided that my piercing is one of my favorite impulse decisions, but that doesn’t make sleeping on it hurt any less. ♦