Chapter 2

"OMG, he has a surprise for me," I said to Trish with excitement. Trish is my best 'girl' friend, but we are totally opposite from one another. Trish is your girly girl. She cares about how she looks and what people think of her. She always looks good and you will never catch her dead with my clothes. I love Trish, she is like a sister to me.

"You got it bad Ally," Trish giggled. "When are you going to tell him that you love him? It's has been forever," she said.

"I know, but to him I am just one of his friends," I said, looking at the mirror.

"Well what do you expect? Look what you are wearing," she said pointing at my outfit.

"What's wrong with my outfit," I asked cocking my head to the side.

"Nothing," she lied.

I rolled my eyes as I looked at the time. "We are going to be late for our movie," I said grabbing my bag.

As we arrive at the mall, I immediately run towards the music store. I love music, music is my passion. I love to play instruments and to sing, but no-one ever heard me sing except my Dad, my brother and Trish.

A few minutes passed, silence filled the air, but at least It wasn't awkward. Suddenly my eye catches someone familiar. Matt?

"Matt, what are you doing here?" I asked, folding my arms. "I thought you and some friends are going to play basketball?"

"Ally… what are you doing here," he said looking at me with those nervous eyes.

"I asked you first," I snapped. "What are you doing here Matt?" I asked furiously, raising an eyebrow.

"Please don't tell dad, but I'm getting a tattoo," he said.

"You what!" I yelled at him. "Dad is going to freak out if he knew you getting a tattoo."

"Please Ally, don't tell Dad about this. I'm getting a tattoo for our mom," he said confidently. My heart sank, it is sweet of my brother actually, but I'm not going to tell him that it is sweet of him.

"Fine, I won't tell dad, but promise me you won't tell dad I'm getting one too," I said.

"No Ally, it isn't a good idea," my brother told me. "It is gonna hurt like hell you know," he said.

"Well I can take a punch," I said to him, biting my lip.

We entered the tattoo shop and I immediately froze, I was reconsidering my decision. But the tattoo guy made me relaxed.

"So where do you wanna have this tattoo," the tattoo guy asked me.

"Uhm, I really never thought of that," I admitted. I thought for a moment. I decided on my right foot.

The tattoo guy starts to work on the tattoo and I realize this is going to hurt like hell. I feel like I'm getting stab over and over again and the pain just keeps getting worst by the second. I didn't realize how hard I was holding Trish's hand until I hear a small cry.

"I'm so sorry Trish," I said letting go of her hand. A few minutes later I don't feel the pain anymore.

"All right, we are almost done," the tattoo guy said to me.

I just close my eyes and think about my mom. I'm getting this tattoo for my mom. I really love her to the moon and back.

"All right, I'm done. Do you wanna see?" the tattoo guy ask me.

I look at my tattoo. My eyes starts to get watery as I take in my tattoo. It's small, but perfect. I didn't want a tattoo in the first place, but what's done is done. It is for my mother after all. I got half a moon and 3 starts around it. Each star represents the three most important people in my life. I look at the first star that is on top of the moon and inside the star there is a L. Then I move to the side and find another star and this one is a M. I move down to the last star that is at the bottom of the moon and find the letter P inside it. I brush my finger on the star and whisper "Penny".

A tear rolls down my cheek. Last but not least I find my favourite saying on the bottom of the moon. I read it out loud:

"I love you to the moon and back," I smiled because this is for mom.

"I hope those are tears of joy because if they ain't than I will quit my job right now," the tattoo guy yells over me.

"Thank you so much, it's perfect," I smiled as Trish and I make our way out of the tattoo shop.

I saw Matt sitting on a bench eating an ice-cream.

"So how was it?" he asked.

"Painful at first," I admitted. "But I did it for our mom. Look at my tattoo."

He brushed his finger over the tattoo. He stopped at the third star with the letter P inside. He smiled.

"Mom would love this," he said. A teardrop rolled down from his eyes. I knew he loves her too. It is hard for us not to know our mother. She did sacrificed herself for us.

"I just wished she was here you know," I said holding my knees to my chest.

"She is here," he pointed. "In your heart."

I just nodded, biting my lip as I holding the tear down.