I still remember when I was in first grade some kid was cutting a straw with scissors,then they kept coming closer and closer to me and I was like, "Can you please move away..?" And like he still kept getting closer to me - Then my dumbass had put my head down cause like I hate when all the attention was on me - Annnnd the boy had gotten super close to me to the point that the scissors cut right under my eye,I didn't cry,it just felt weird and like I put my head up. Some of my friends had came over to me and told me about my small "v" that was under my eye and I was like, "I have a awesome tattoo-"