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I feel like the right thing is to go away, to not get punishment, but I can't hold it. I have to it.
                          
So I punch her nose, blood is slowly going down her face "I never killed someone in my whole life. Don't you ever dare to try me again because I won't hesitate to do that again. And you know that I'm not the violent type" I head to the door and goes to my free world. Every time that I'm so mad I go to the roof. To clear my head from bad thoughts. From here I can see everything. The kids that shirk classes, the milk car that brings milk every Monday. All of those things calm me, even if I have no idea why. Step by step. Two kids are going behind me, and I guess that those kids are Nash and Mali. "Wow you almost killed her back there ha?" he's asking "I didn't think that she has the guts to make me angrier. Regretfully I was the one that found out that she has it" I say "Don't be angry, her brain went to coffee break" he sits next to me "Where's Mali? You came alone?" "No, she would be here in one minute. If we already talking about her... does she has boyfriend?" He asks, he looks down like fact that he asked this embarrassed him "No one touched her since she got here, so I guess that the answer is no" he breath heavily.  
                          
"Hmm, Sky..." she looks at me "Right! I'll go to take something very unnecessary so you two can speak alone" Nash chuckle. I headed far as I can from them. Nash is getting closer to Mal; his hand lays easily on hers. She holds his head in her hands and pulls him closer until they are kissing. And I am watching every moment of this telenovela. I think about what could happen if was saying to her no. Once I had Nash, now I haven't. But I can't regret on things that already done. I walk to my room, slowly, chin up, only because I lose in this fight, but I can't look like a loser. 
                          
Down, under the sleeve of my shirt, on my wrist, my tattoo. All over my body I have 2 tattoos, on the fingers, and soon, near my heart. I sit down on my bed, between my hands I have my guitar, the guitar that my mother bought to me when I was 2 years old. A few days before she got murdered. I like to play sometimes, I mostly playing when I'm board, or when I feel sad, it helps, to do something, just not to think. 
                          
My feeling saying to me to do a new tattoo, I head to the boys rooms. I lived inside those walls all of my life, what means that I couldn't see the world not like others. But Jordan did, he said that the world outside isn't the best, there's murders, death, you need to pay on everything and to pay a lot, he also said that it'll be better if I'll stay here. He was outside for a lot of time. I was out once, to do my tattoos at his family place because his uncle doing tattoos. From what I saw it was nice, but I did them three years ago. I knock on his door "Hey! What have brought you to my room? New tattoo?" he asks, I nod. 
                          
"He is doing tattoos! Come on! What do you care? It'll be okay, I would get Marian confirmation, my promise" he says. I think that he's right, I love his tattoos and I won't be care if that would hurt, life's hurting. He is holding my hand; I walk right next to him. "Is it very far?" he looks at me "You're 16, behave like one" I look down to the ground. "It's not that far. I'm sorry Sky... do you forgive me?" "Of course!" he smiles. I sit down the green chair. The light is blinding me "This is my uncle Tom! He is amazing at doing tattoos" he smiles at me, Jordan's smile is always calming me down. He holds the machine very close to my wrist "I'm afraid" I whisper in Jordan's ear "Don't be, I'm here with you, and no one will get close to you, not long as I'm here" I smile and his eyes shine. Two tattoos in one time "You're hero" his uncle tells me "Thanks" "Because you're Jordan's girlfriend you don't have to pay" he says, I look on Jordan, he nods. 
                          
Memories of my good days with Jordan. I was his girlfriend, until last year. This fight blew up our friendship. This is a bad memory that took me a long time to forget, but I know that I have to be careful with Jordan, because someday, this fight might explode in front of my eyes. Since then, I didn't have any new tattoos. But last year, when Jordan decided to learn how to do tattoo, and that means that he can do to me tattoo! Problem solved.