Personal Narrative: Pierced By Reality

Pierced by Reality The idea of me getting my body pierced at age twelve was outrageous. It was crazy. It was foolish. It was beyond compare. Not in a million years would I even consider willingly letting a needle come near my face, or any part of my body for that matter. Although, it had to be done. My first glance at a middle school hallway was no different. Waterfalls of all different colors streamed down the heads of just about everyone. Their shirts imprinted with unamusing laffy taffy jokes or puzzling designs. Effort to fit in oozed out from their ears, yet every puzzle piece was different. I somehow managed to be the odd one out, with natural colored hair and neutral clothes. I felt so dull, as if my imagination missed the message and remained bouncing off the walls at my elementary school as the rest of me rode home on the final day of sixth grade. My parents quickly turned down the idea of me-their little princess-getting a piercing. It took two days of nonstop …show more content…
“Three…..Two…..One.” To my surprise, I felt nothing, a tickle if anything. Is it over? I thought. Was that it? My eyes crept open, but of course, my dear friend the dagger was still there. There it was, resting in my nose like a hibernating bear. The keeper of the dagger was cinching the microscopic sparkle to the endpoint of my friend. She then slid the needle through the rest of my nose and the sparkle looped into place. After all this, I was actually pierced by the reality of it. I would have to clean the piercing two times a day everyday for about six months then once a day after that. But all that didn't matter, when I looked in the mirror, I saw a brighter me. The sparkle illuminated the whole room. At that point, I really did feel like a little princess, all giddy inside, ready to take on the world. I rushed over to my mom and smiled. This was what was going to set me aparts from the rest of the crowd, this was my version of middle school me, and I loved