*****************Kathandria's POV*****************
I wake up, excited. Not for the fact that I'm going shopping but for the fact that I'm finally going to be getting the tat I want. I get dressed in my favorite ripped, black skinny jeans and my black top that says No One Cares. It's so me. I wear my galaxy vans.
I run to Oli's room and knock. He tells me to come in. I do and see the tattoos on his back. I whistle.
"Damn. Anyway, the tattoo that I want....well it's going to be really big. Here, it's my own design." O say as I hand him the paper with my sketch of the tattoo that I've always wanted since I was little.
"God damn Kathandria! This is amazing. May I show the others?" I nod. Why not? He smiles and kisses my head as he runs out the room. The other bands decided to stay last night for my sake. I feel like such a bother.
I walk downstairs and everyone looks at me. I blush under their scrutiny. They all come up to me saying that it's so amazing and where did I learn how to draw like that and shit. I tell them that it's nothing.
"Come on Kat. Let's go shopping." Oli says seeing I need help. Thank god. Oli's like my savior now.
"Hey that reminds me. Oliver, do you mind if Johnnie and I go along with you guys. He needs me to buy him some stuff." Ronnie asks.
"Sure man no problem. Y'all ride in my car. It's easier." Ronnie nods. Looks like there's more people now. Oh well. We all pile into Oli's car. Ronnie and Oli in the front with Johnnie and me in the back. I avoid looking at him; I know he thinks I'm a freak. He's right. I am.
We arrive at the mall. Ronnie and Johnnie follow Oli and I. We go to Hot Topic first. I squeal and bounce all around the store. I grab a few piercings, bracelets, shirts, sweatshirts, jeans, and combat boots. I feel bad and grab my money. I have saved up over three hundred dollars. I worked a lot while I was living on the streets. Found jobs no one else would take. I pay for my stuff. It only cost $157.59. Glad there are sales going on.
I walk back to Oli with my clothes. He looks surprised.
"That was fast. Let's go pay."
"I already paid."
"What? Why?"
"I hate it when people spend money on me."
"Too bad. You're my daughter now and I'm going to pamper you." I huff.
"Fine."
"How much did it cost?"
"$157.59."
"How did you pay for it?"
"I got jobs while I lived on the streets." He shuts up. Ronnie buys Johnnie more snakebites. We walk to the electronics store. Even though I protest, Oliver buys me a $500 laptop, a new phone, and a few other things. I grumble the whole way. Ronnie does the same for Johnnie. We go to Journey's and they both buy us like three pairs of shoes. I look at them as if they're insane which they might be.
Time lapse to after they finish shopping
Oli takes me to the tattoo shop in the mall. Damn, that's surprising. I give the woman behind the counter my drawing and ask if there's anyone that can tattoo it on me. She nods."Where do you want it hun?"
"I want it to cover my back." She looks surprised.
"Are you sure sweetheart? That will hurt a lot."
"Doubt it and yes I'm sure." The lady still looks uncertain but relents. She calls for the best tattoo artist. The woman has red hair and a lot of tats on her body. I like her already. She brings me into the back room and sterilizes my back. She starts to tattoo me. It doesn't hurt. I know she can see my scars but she doesn't ask anything. She finishes.
"Ma'am, can you do one more tattoo?" I ask her.
"Of course. And don't call me ma'am. It makes me feel old. I'm only 17. Call me Trix." She winks. I smile and nod.
"Can you tattoo this on my wrists?" I ask her. I pull out my new phone and search for the perfect picture. It comes up. I show her it and she laughs.
"Of course I can! That's child's play!" She giggles and tattoos it on my wrists. Good thing I left my wrists clean.
I walk out from the room and ask the tattoo lady how much it is.
"$142.41 sweetheart." I smile and give her the money. She looks slightly surprised but accepts it. We leave the tattoo shop and go to the body piercing shop. I smile.
"Can I get a back dimple?" The lady nods. It was quick and simple. I have no idea why people complain about getting tattoos and piercings. They don't hurt. Wimps.
As we walk towards the exit, I hear a familiar voice. I grit my teeth at it's high pitch and grab Oli's hand and walk faster.
"Kathandyal, is that you?" I can tell she mispronounced my name on purpose. She's always done that. I grit my teeth.
"What do you want Bri?" I sneer with disgust. She fakes looking hurt.
"Just wanted to see how my old friend was doing. I heard you got adopted. I don't know who would adopt someone as pathetic like you but I feel bad for them." Bri says with a sickly sweet smile.
"Well, at least I'm not a whore. C'mon Oli, Ronnie, and Johnnie. Let's go." We all walk away. I peek over my shoulder and see Bri's astounded face. I snicker. Bye traitorous whore.

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