Last summer, the day before the blackout, I got a tattoo on my shoulderblade. I was pretty sure my parents would never notice it because years back I had an eyebrow peircing and I was able to hide the fact for three weeks by favouring one side of my face to my parents. When they did notice they didn't say anything for another week assuming I was just fooling around with some fake peircing. Heck, a few weeks ago I walked around all night with an eye patch and they didn't mention a word.
Today I wore a plain white t-shirt and either the back hung too low or the material was too thin but my mom caught a glimpse of colour. "What's that on your back?"
"Oh. Nothing."
"Okay." So I guess, like the eyebrow ring, it's on to the stage where they have to figure out it's real. As a side note, I've lost the hide the tattoo game to my my
sister who has one on her shoulder.
