"Umm...yeah," Jon said, slowly looking down...
What she saw was a purple Gothic dress covering her bust. It wasn't a gigantic bust, but it was certainly new to her.
She was also wearing boots, which seemed incredibly unwieldy, but oddly enough, didn't bother her. She reached up a hand, looking at the nails covered in dark polish, and turned to the other two Goths standing next to her.
Zoe looked at her. "Who's the freak now?" She said.
"I never called you a freak. But there's no rule that Goths have to hate everyone," she said. "Goth and bitch aren't synonyms...If you're difficult to live with, it isn't because you're a Goth."
