"Come on, Sarah," said Athena. "We've been friends for at least three years."
"I would never be friends with you. I'm not even a Goth."
Athena looked at her oddly. "What difference does that make?"
"I thought all you Goths were only friends with other Goths."
"Well, yeah. But we made an exception for you. We just like you too much," Athena said, smiling.
This time it was Sarah giving Athena the odd look. She knew for a fact that the Goth crowd hated her. About as much as she hated them. But now this witch girl was saying that they liked her, despite the fact that she was nothing like them? None of this made any sense.
What could compel the Goth crowd to accept Sarah into their social circle?
