About 11 months ago, I turned 16. I was excited like most people are about turning sweet 16, but I was going to get my first piercing! I had already bugged my mother into letting me get my labret done months in advance. Unfortunately, she didn't have any money hat week so we had to wait till Saturday of next week. So when I woke up around 2 o'clock I called my girlfriend Angie and told her to get ready.
At A Glance Author Alex McBride Contact Sephiroth@animedge.net When A year ago Artist Jennifer (I think) Studio Randy Adams Location Ft. Worth, TX I got dressed and got in the car. My mom and brothers got in and we went to pick my g/f up. We stopped at KFC and had some food. I didn't eat due to the fact I was as nervous and excited as humanly possible.
Well, we got to my girlfriend's house which is way out in the ghetto, near the KFC we ate at. So when we got their, she was already outside waiting. So I ran to her, kissed her, told her good morning and all that good stuff, grabbed her by the hand, and ran back to the car.
We drove for about 5 minutes (she lives pretty close to Randy Adam's) and we pulled into the parking lot. There were 2 cars, including our's, and more then 5 motorcycles. My mom looked at me and said, "If you want to go back, I won't stop you...God knows I won't." I just shook my head and got out. Angie and I walked in and felt like I was about to cry I was so nervous! (I'm a chicken shit!) It smelt like my dentist's office, all clean and stuff. That didn't help any. What did help was they were playing "Deicide" or "Cannibal Corpse" or something that makes me feel right at home.
So the lady behind the counter asked what I wanted and I pointed to the bottom of my lip and said "My labret. I think my face needs a new addition to its collection of holes!" My girlfriend and Jennifer (the lady behind the counter) laughed. It wasn't that funny, they were bullshitting me. So she introduced herself as Jennifer and asked how old I was and if I was with a guardian. I told her I was 16 and my mom was here with me, so she would pay. She pointed to a glass case to my right and asked which spike I wanted. I was going to choose the titanium 2-inch spike, but I thought of good old mom and decided on the small black one instead.
My mom came in and looked around. She was totally against me getting anything put in or through my face. But, like the kind hearted woman she is, she decided to pay the nice lady, fill out the forms, and watch her baby get "mutilated."
Jennifer said I could bring one person with me to watch me get my labret pierced, so I had Angie come with me. I sat down in the chair and waited for Jennifer to get ready. She marked my labret and told me to hold still. I felt the tip of the needle on my lip. Then I felt it go through. It didn't hurt, but out of total shock (don't know why I was shocked. What was I expecting?) I yelled "Holy Pig Shit, Batman!" It was the only thing that popped into head. She handed me a small hand held mirror and I gazed in. I like it, a lot! Just a little black spike under my lip, that's all it was. I came out and my mom looked pissed! Oh well. So we went home and I showed my aunt. She didn't care about it.
Well, school soon started again and I went through my classes without much of a problem. Until one fateful day, my German teacher finally saw it and sent me to the principal. The principal made me take it out. I was as mad as some extremely mad thing that is really mad! Grrrrrr...Well, it closed up and I was mad. But I'll be 17 in a few weeks. So I might get my lip done or something to avenge the loss of my beloved labret.
And what sucks even more is about a month after they made me take mine out, they made an announcement on the intercom about how body jewelry is now school appropriate, and how they are sorry for making all the students who had something pierced take it out. They still don't allow some cool shit, like nose bridges, septum, nipples (how they'd know is beyond me), and gauging your ears past 2 gauge. So, in addition to my story I would like to ask that all who read my story please tell me what they think I should get done