"Okay, here we go ..." Linda said, taking a deep breath. Then she opened the door and stepped out into the violet-light-drenched neighborhood, followed by Zoe.
They both walked towards the car parked on the driveway, intending on using it to go to the grocery store, but when they made it to the driveway, Linda stopped.
"Are you okay, Mom?"
"I don't know. I feel ... strange," she said, touching her head.
"Maybe we should head back inside ..." Zoe said. It was becoming very clear that her attempts to turn her mom into a Goth weren't working the way she planned. Maybe looking like a Goth wasn't enough.
Linda then turned and looked at her, but it wasn't a look that Zoe was used to. She was sneering and it looked weird on her. "Fuck that," she said, causing Zoe to jump slightly, in surprise. She never heard her mom use profanity like that. Linda looked down at herself and smirked. "I can't believe I wanted to change back. I like being Goth and never want to be that mundane housewife again."
"But ... we're still getting groceries, right?" Zoe asked.
"No way. Who wants to go shopping for food when we can do something better?" Linda said. She then turned away from the parked car and headed down towards the road.
"Hey, wait. Where are you going?" Zoe asked, following after her now truly Goth mother. Her outfit hadn't changed, but it was clear that her personality had. Though, it seemed that the "ultraviolet" sun had no effect on Zoe herself. She still felt like herself and she hadn't physically changed either. So the theory that people who were already Goth couldn't change had been proven correct. That was something, she supposed. But what about everyone else? What about her mother? Speaking of her mom, where was she even going? What was more important than getting supplies for her family?
