The humble daisy. A beautiful flower that stands tall, and has long petals, standing proud. It could also be known as the symbol of friendship, or at least to three college freshman and long time best friends, Chyanna, Meagan and Catherine. It can also be known as the first tattoo for those three nervous girls.
We walk into the tattoo parlor. My heart began to race, pounding in my chest, and my hands began to shake as I signed my name on that sheet of paper. Was I sure I wanted to do this? What is my mom going to say? Are they thinking the same thing? We sit and wait as Hudson draws our tattoo; then he comes out and says he is ready. Slowly I get up, my legs stick to the cushion on the leather couch and he leads us across the creaky wood floors to the room.
Meagan, the daring one, goes first. She sits in the chair of pain and Catherine holds her hand. We try to talk to her so she won't think about the pain, but she is brave and says it doesn't hurt, so that makes me feel better; a quick 10 minutes go by, and suddenly it's my turn. So I, the wimpy one, get in the chair.
I am so scared and Meagan holds my hand. Then he starts the tattoo; it hurts. I need a distraction so they talk to me about my upcoming move to college, but it doesn't work. Suddenly I get very dizzy, hot and nauseous and everything goes black. About 10 seconds later I wake up. I'm leaning on Meagan and Catherine runs to the lobby with a quarter to get some candy to help me wake up. At first, I thought the tattoo was a dream, but then I remember, and it was all worth it.
Then it's time for Catherine, the sensible one, to hop in the chair. She says she's nervous because I passed out, but I know she will be fine, she's tough. Ten minutes later, and we're done. We did it! I can't believe I survived! I text my mom, my brother and post it all over my social media. As I sit here and write this article, looking at my tattoo, with Meagan to my left and Catherine to my right, I reminisce about all of our sweet memories, late night talks, shopping, crying over ice cream and watching Netflix. I realize these are the people God was thinking of when He made me, and as we all go to different colleges in a couple of weeks, we won't lose touch because we will always have our little black and white daisies.
