The former cheerleaders Madison Reed, Laura Mathis, and Brooke Stevenson ran through the hall screaming. Sabrina stopped them. "Don't worry girls. You'll like being Goths." An expression of horror splashed across their faces.
All three wore black corsets and black torn skirts and boots. Laura had a pentagram necklace similar to the one Sarah McMillan now wore. The other two girls had spiked collars.
When Madison changed, she was hit by a wave of revulsion and horror. She hated Goths, about as much as her friends did. Goths were chunky and stupid and would never be as pretty as Madison and her friends. There were losers and then there were Goths. People like Sabrina Johnson and Stephanie Wright were worse than the losers they stepped on every day, because they refused to fall in line. And worse, they had no sense of fashion. They packed their greasy forms into halloween costumes and scribbled incomprehensible nonsense into their terrible poetry books and they ran around pretending to be vampires. So, to become something like that was beyond terrifying. It was a nightmare. And they were living in it.
