Zoe rolled her eyes as her she watched her mother flirting with the waiter. God, doesn't she realize how much of a slut she's acting like? She really wished she was somewhere else right now. Maybe hanging out with her Goth friends Zelda Whitefield and Trevor Blake. She had a strange feeling that she had more friends than that, but shrugged it off as nonsense. Sure, there were other Goths at school, but she was only best friends with two of them - Zelda and Trevor.
She looked over at her sisters. Michelle was still reading that stupid comic book and Linda was eyeing some boy from a table over. Ugh. If nothing was done, Linda would turn out just like their mom.
As far as her mother (Jordan) knew, Zoe was going to the school dance that night, along with Linda (Michelle was going to the dance at her school - yeah, there was another one the very same night - odd), but Zoe had no intention of staying. The moment she met up with her friends, they were going to blow off the dance and head somewhere a little more fun. Maybe the Spiked Pit, or somewhere else.
She looked back over at her mom. She was still at it! "Mom, just order already," she snapped.
Her mom glared at her, but then ordered for her meal anyway. There were plenty more hot studs to flirt with later that night.
