Zoe sat in the principal's office. She'd been called in again, after losing her temper with one of the teachers.
"Miss Madison," Principal Davison said. "How many times do I have to give you this lecture?"
FLASH
Zoe blinked, momentarily confused. She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. For a moment, she thought there had been a Goth version of her staring back.
But no, she was her normal self. Brown hair, black jeans...she knew some Goth girls, and they were fine, but she'd never felt the need to dress like they did. Being the eldest, and with her mom a lawyer, she'd had a lot of responsibility since her dad passed. She'd been angry about it, early on, but she'd had to get over it quickly.
She'd better head to class. She didn't want to be want to be marked late.
