Sarah walked into Zoe's room and Mikey followed, worrying about what was happening.
She spun around and curled her lip at him. "Get out of my room."
"But ..."
"Get out of my fucking room!"
"Okay, okay," Mikey said, slowly backing out into the hallway and closing the door. But he didn't move from that spot. He couldn't see the girl who now thought that she was his sister, but he could at least listen in. So, he leaned up against the door and eavesdropped. Unfortunately, there wasn't really much to listen to.
Inside Zoe's former bedroom, Sarah looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black T-shirt over a fishnet shirt, a ripped black miniskirt, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks. She frowned. She didn't like the outfit. It seemed too mundane.
So, she took off the clothes and rummaged through the closet until she found what she wanted. A black leather corset, a black leather miniskirt, fishnets, and a pair of black knee-high lace-up boots with four-inch heels.
She smiled. But something was missing. She applied black eyeliner around her eyes and black lipstick to her lips. Then she put a spiked collar around her neck.
"Nice," she said, grinning. Just because she was Goth, it didn't mean that she couldn't be sexy. And whether she was a Prep or a Goth, Sarah always wanted to look sexy.
She opened the door and saw Mikey standing in her way. "Get the fuck out of my way," she snapped.
"Where are you going?"
"To meet up with my friends," Sarah said, walking towards the stairs.
"When will you be back?" Mikey called out.
"Who fucking cares?"
While Sarah was putting on Zoe's former clothes, Zoe was at the local Goth club The Spiked Pit with her friends Athena DeVries and Stephanie Wright. They were talking about something when suddenly, Zoe got a glazed look in her eyes and stood up from the table. Her friends didn't even notice that she had left.
Zoe felt odd. She felt like she was nobody. She needed to feel right. She needed an identity.
So, she left the club in search of one.
