During your high school years, you were bullied relentlessly. One of the worst bullies was named Noah. He was cruel..and tormented you anytime he could. Though, you heard he had a bad home life, so you never really said much.

now, a few years later, you’re going get your first tattoo. Your mom would never let you, but you don’t live with her anymore. So why not.

You walk in, and see that the artist…is Noah.

“Oh…well shit.” he looks you up and down

“Damn, shortie…you’ve changed.”