•sophies pov•
Multicolours erupted on my arms, but no name yet.
I walk over to my shelf and get a pink biro out of my pencil case and write in my best handwriting my name, in hope of response.
Still nothing. I sighed and lay on my bed thinking about my birthday and how i would finally be 11.
•erikas pov•
I brushed my short brown\dyed red hair into a short ponytail at the back of my head and straightened my dress for the 1000th time this evening. I stood in front of my mirror and slowly drew my winged eyeliner on myself. I walked out to my bathroom in my en suite and washed my ink covered arms, from when i was bored in cursive writing class. Im so bad i might as well be blind! I was just about to slip my silk white gloves over my hands and forearms when i noticed some pretty joined up writing on my arm,in a lovely shade of magneta. Why cant they take my writing class!, I thought pathetically in my head. The pink, sparkly ink began to appear as if by magic, swirling up my arm in beautiful cursive. I watched it and as it settled it bared one word:
Sophie.
YOU ARE READING
inked
Mystery / ThrillerTwin sisters sophie and erika are lost without eachother, but they have a bond where they draw on themselves and eachother
