Zoe was surprised to see that her mom's bedroom had drastically changed. All of her mom's things, her perfume, her jewelry, her dressers, her mirror, even the framed poster of Van Gogh's "Starry Night" she had on the wall had changed. They had been replaced by Goth supplies, similar to the ones in Zoe's own room. The Van Gogh had become a Bacon. The clothing black and kinky. The dressers dark and covered with candles and faux-arcane memorabilia. Even all the walls were different. Now they were painted black, instead of the usual light blue.
Her mom didn't seem to notice her as she sat at her computer, browing MySpace profiles. Her clothing made for a jarring sight. She was dressed in a black leather corset and torn skirt that ran down to her ankles. She was wearing patent leather victim boots and ripped fishnet stockings. Her makeup and nails had become black, and her skin was pale like Zoe's, and her hair was dyed as well. She also had at least one tattoo: a sharp black tribal design on her back, just above the end of the corset.
"Mom?" Zoe asked.
She turned around and smiled. Zoe saw that she had several piercings in her ears, nose, and lips. "Hey, Zoe."
"Mom, what happened to you?"
