Was it some kind of sense of irony that Sarah was led to Mikey's house, of all places? Maybe, maybe not. But there she was, rifling through the closet of Zoe Gibson. In no time at all, she had stripped out of her old clothes and donned her new ones. A black corset over a ripped fishnet shirt, a black ripped miniskirt, black and white striped stockings and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks.
As Sarah placed a spiked collar around her neck, Zoe pulled the covers off of herself and got out of bed. And like zombie, she walked out of her room.
Sarah looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. But then her smile faded. There was something wrong. No, she was supposed to be a Goth. That wasn't what was wrong. It was something else.
It was all the black. That was it. She wasn't sure why, but she didn't seem to like that color as much as she did before. She still liked it, but ... she needed more color.
She looked through her closet and drawers, trying to find something that would satisfy her, but all she found were a pair of orange and black striped stockings. She shrugged, then replaced her current stockings with them.
She'd have to go buy some new clothes.
As Sarah was trying to add color to her life, Zoe mindlessly walked down the street towards the house belonging to ...
