"Fuck," Zoe heard a woman say. She turned and saw her next door neighbor, a fifty-something woman. Only now, she didn't look anything like she did before. Gone was the conservative clothing, the graying brown hair, minimal make-up, and small earrings. Now she was draped in black and had just as much pale skin and black hair and black make-up as Zoe did, but she definitely had more piercings. She even had a chain running from her ear to her nose.
Zoe smirked. "Welcome to the club, Mrs. Richardson," she said.
From inside the house, Zoe's mom yelled out "Zoe, please come back."
She turned around and looked at her. "No way. And you can't make me. Unless you want to come out here and join me," she said, with a smirk. "This is a world I always dreamed of. Where everyone's like me. And I'm not gonna stay at home when I could be out exploring it." Then she turned back around and ran down the street and out of sight.
Zoe's parents looked at each other with a grim look on their faces.
