"Nice going," Karyn said. "Jon, you're such a fucking retard."
After looking all over herself (to see what the stone had done), Jon looked up and glared at Karyn. "Shut your fucking mouth, Karyn. If I recall, you wished up those giant tits of yours because you weren't thinking either."
Karyn was about to throw an insult back at Jon, but she stopped, then smiled.
"What the fuck are you smiling about?" Jon hissed.
"You may not have wanted to become just like me, but I like the outcome. Since you look like me, does that mean that we're sisters now? I always wanted a sister."
"This isn't funny, Karyn," Jon said, still fuming. Ever since Jon became a Goth girl, she felt consistently pissed off. Like everyone was her enemy. Was this how Goth Karyn felt? Jon looked down at the stone in her now-pale hand. She still had to figure out what was wrong with it. Why had it turned Karyn into a Goth when there hadn't even been a wish for it to happen?
