Much to everyone's shock, the once conservative do-gooder girl Nadine Ferguson was now dressed in a fishnet shirt (a black bra could clearly be seen under it), a black leather miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and black knee-high buckled boots with four-inch stacks. Her complexion was pale, her hair was spiky and had been dyed blue, her make-up was black, a spiked collar clung to her neck, and there were several piercings in each ear, one in her eyebrow, one in her nose, and one in her lower lip (who knew if she had anymore and where they would be). In a word, she was a Goth.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" she spat at the people staring at her, snarling at them as she walked by.
"She hates the Goths," Karyn pointed out.
"Actually, I got the feeling that she hates everyone ... except her friends," Jon said.
"It looks like your wish got a little more complicated," she said.
"Yeah."
