Zoe rolled her eyes as 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 Athena DeVries and Zelda Whitefield. She was thinking of heading over to the Spiked Pit (a local Goth club) with them later that night.
She looked over at her sisters. Michelle was still reading that stupid comic book and Linda was eying some boy from a table over. Ugh. If nothing was done, Linda would turn out just like their mom.
At that moment, Linda's cellphone rang and she answered it. "Hello? Tracy, what is it?" She made a shocked look. "What do you mean there's a party tonight?" Her eyes went wider. "It's happening right now?"
Zoe turned her attention away from her sister and looked back over at her mom. She was still at it, flirting with the waiter! "Mom, just order already," she snapped.
Her mom glared at her, but then ordered for her meal anyway. As much as she enjoyed flirting with young men, she was getting a bit hungrier.
"Mom, there's a party going on right now and I have just got to be there," Linda said to Jordan, immediately after putting her phone away.
"Sure, go ahead, honey," Jordan said.
"Hey, that's not fair," Zoe complained. "When I want to do something, like go out with my friends, you never let me."
"Well, there's a reason for that, dear. You know I don't approve of your friends."
Zoe turned and looked at Linda, but she was already gone. She slumped back in her chair, crossing her pale arms against the front of her black death metal band T-shirt, and looked pissed.
Jordan shook her head. Why couldn't Zoe be more like Linda? Honestly, she had no idea where she had gone wrong in raising her middle daughter.
