our oath

Dec

Back in 8th grade winter break, Cassie and I went to Vermont with her parents for a skiing trip. I remember the books I brought, the knife and the vodka. We had the time all to ourselves, and our own suite built on no supervision, but on trust of her parents. We would flirt with the guys who worked there and never leave a calorie uncounted. 

On New years eve, her parents gave us alcohol free champagne and left for a party. We drunk it with the vodka and ran out to mess around by the bunny hill. When the new year began, I suggested we make some resolutions, she proposed an oath. She swore to be happy and rich, skinny and hot. I swore to be one thing: skinny. I had cut my hand, she took the knife and cut her palm too, as she said she'd be skinnier than me. Together we would be the skinniest. If I picked up the phone she wasn't dead and we were still friends, we could have still been.