Monday, February 28, 2011

Journal 3

        When I was fourteen years old, I wanted to get my tongue pierced. My parents thought it was a terrible idea. I begged and begged for them to sign for me to get the piercing but whatever I did, they still refused. So one day, I was talking to my friend about it and she told me that her friend would do it. So later on that night, I met up with my friend and we got it done. I told my parents the next day that I had gotten my tongue pierced and they were very angry with me for a couple days. But eventually I convinced them that it was fine and now they don't care.

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