At birth, everyone has a tattoo on their arm and that's the day they would die. My tattoo was my birthday, August 10th, but the year was 2080 and it was currently August 9th, 2080. My mom made August 9th a big day for me since I was going to die tomorrow. While she was ordering food, she gave me fifty dollars so I got something simple, a few numbers. I changed August 9th to August 19th and I changed 2080 to infinity. I was hoping to live a little longer but I know this won't work. I went back to the food court and gave my mom the thirty dollars in change but she told me to keep it. She ordered us two cheeseburgers, two sweet teas, and a large fry. Of course, it was from my favorite fast food place, cook-out. "So, what did you buy that was worth twenty dollars?" my mom asked. I showed her my 'fixed' tattoo and she smiled, "I know you don't wanna go but there's really not much we can do about it." My eyes got teary and I didn't finish my fries.
When we finally got home from being out all day, I put on shorts and an over sized long sleeve shirt and grabbed my laptop. I started thinking, "what if this tattoo fixing actually works, what if I live longer than I'm supposed to, longer than twelve in the morning August ninth, twenty eighty? Would I be a legend, or would no one care? I hope it works." It was soon nine at night so I took a shower, ate some pizza, and brushed my teeth. I didn't go to bed right away because I wanted to stay up as long as I could if I was going to die. My phone started going off with fifty new texts all saying sappy stuff like you're the best or were gonna miss you or stay strong. It got pretty annoying and only made me think about my death more!
After I calmed down and the thoughts that were giving me a head ache were gone, it was eleven thirty pm and almost time for my death. I sat on my phone for a few minutes until my mom walked in. My dad isn't in this part of my life because my parents divorced a few years ago when I was thirteen. I'm now sixteen. It was eleven fifty eight and we were crying and holding each other. We didn't realize how much time we spent crying because it was now twelve thirty on August 10, 2080. I lived! The tattoo worked and I didn't die! Me and my mom started screaming with joy and we had ice cream, candy, cake, and more. I got thirteen alerts on my phone, all from friends. A few of them read; I miss you already or sad you're gone. They didn't know that I didn't die, and I like to scare people so I ignored their texts but around nine AM, I text-ed them back with a smile face. Ashley, Kimberly, and Amanda all rushed over to my house. They didn't even knock, they came straight in. When I opened my room door, their mouths dropped and they were so surprised. They were crying and hugging me and we were all laughing. 10 years later, I was 26 years old and still living. I told no one about the tattoo except Amanda. My career launched off as a singer and I even started helping Amanda with vocal lessons so she could open for me!
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