![]() ![]() She inked butterflies and bluebirds and daisy chains up and down her arms and legs with my felt pens instead. She'd tried going to a tattoo parlour but they said she was too young. âIt's not as if she's got a nose-stud or a tattoo.' ÂHey, hey, they're only pretty little earrings,' said Dad. Mum was outraged at each and every new piercing. ÂYou've got more perforations than a blooming colander,' said Dad. She kept going back, so there are five extra little rings up one ear. Mum always said no, so last year Jodie went off and got her ears pierced herself. Jodie had been begging Mum to let her have her ears pierced. Mum said Jodie had ruined her hair and now she looked tough and tarty. Dad said she looked like a pot of marmalade â he'd spread her on toast if she didn't watch out. She wore it in a funny spiky ponytail with a fringe she'd cut herself. She used to have pale mousy hair in meek little plaits but now she'd dyed her hair a dark orangy-red with streaky gold bits. It was the biggest mistake in the world letting our Jodie go there. ![]() Half of them are in trouble with the police. ![]()
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