"Pinky promise" Cora says, her silver eyes glistening at me, the moon catches the highlight resting lightly upon her cheekbones.
"Pinky promise" I say and nod my head, once, twice, three times.
My hands sweat, almost slipping from Cora's grasp.
She chuckles. "If it slipped, you would've broken the promise"
I laugh nervously. What was u getting in too? If I wanted to fit in all I had to do was pinky swear. Nothing more, nothing less. Cora said all of her friends did it, and just look at them now! Push-up bras, skintight skirts, low cut shirts.
All I've ever wanted was to become one of them, and when Cora approached me with the idea because Zoey left, I immediately agreed.
But now, my pinky barely hanging on, my fingernail hooking onto Cora's skin.
I get a better grasp on to her finger, we shake pinkies. We sit in silence.
After what feels like an eternity we open our eyes. Cora smirks.
"You don't even know what you've gotten yourself into"
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Pinky Promise?
Mystery / ThrillerCross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. But what happens when you break the promise?
