Jennifer got dressed. Wearing her usual type of outfit: a tight pink T-shirt with a low neckline (so guys could get a good look at her cleavage), a short white pleated miniskirt and pink knee-high heeled boots. She applied pink lipstick and pink nail polish and facial makeup, to give her that extra-sexy look.
She walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Michelle was at the table, eating breakfast. Her freak sister hadn't come down yet. Which was good, because she hated Goths, even if Zoe was her own sister.
Zoe was still in her room, thinking up another wish.
"I wish I had a tongue piercing," she said. The stone glowed. She had always wanted to get her tongue pierced, but her mom wouldn't let her.
She opened her mouth, then became confused. No tongue piercing. What was she doing wrong?
Downstairs, their mom was asking Jennifer about her new tongue piercing.
"Let me take a look," she said. Jennifer stuck out her tongue and showed her piercing to her mom. "Do you like it?" her mom asked.
She retacted her tongue. "Are you kidding me? This is great. Thanks for letting me get one, Mom."
"Me too, Mom," Michelle said, sticking her tongue out too, showing that she also had a tongue piercing.
"Well, you know I wouldn't have let you do it until I did it myself." Their mom stuck out her own tongue and they saw her piercing. "Now, you better get moving, Jennifer. You don't want to miss school."
Jennifer left the house, leaving Michelle and her mom still in the kitchen.
That's when Zoe finally came downstairs, wearing her typical outfit: black leather corset, long worn black skirt, and black boots. Michelle looked up in disgust. Just like Jennifer, Michelle hated Goths, so she hated Zoe. And although their mom also didn't care that much for Goths, she still loved Zoe, because even though she looked like a freak, she was still her daughter.
