The goth girl, wearing Zoe's nametag, walked through the crowd. No one would recognize her now, except that shy boy who used to be goth. She liked being older and more confident and was glad she had chosen this nametag for herself.
Now she had to dispose of the evidence. She went to find the first person she'd taken a nametag from.
She was searching when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Zoe..." she spun around.
