Zoe stood outside in the black sunlight, but unlike what she thought, she began to change! Apparently, since she was already Goth, the sunlight was having an opposite effect on her. And in no time at all, her entire look had changed. Gone was her pale skin and black make-up, black-dyed hair and piercings, black clothing and fishnets. Now she had her natural light brown hair back, her original tanned skin, and her clothes consisted of a tight gray T-shirt, blue jeans, and a pair of sneakers. She was normal - not even a trace of her former gothic self was present.
But it wasn't just her appearance that had changed. Her mind was different too. She still remembered everything, but it's like she was seeing it all through a different pair of glasses, so to speak. And she felt troubled at what she saw. Being Goth was horrible and freakish. What even compelled her to want that kind of life? It was so much better to just be normal. She never wanted that life again. Not ever.
She turned around and looked at her family through the still-open door. They were obviously worried about her. She felt so sorry for all the hell she put them through. If she could take back the last two or three years, she would.
"Fuck," she heard a woman say. She turned and saw her next door neighbor, an fifty-something woman. Only now, she didn't look anything like she did before. She was draped in black and had just as much pale skin and black make-up as Zoe did before she left her house. Just looking at the woman made her sick. Again - why did Zoe want that life?
She shook her head and looked back into her house. Her family was getting curious. Her mom and dad were walking towards the open door. She had to stop them from coming outside! If they did, they'd become as freakish as she was a moment ago.
So, without any more hesitation, Zoe ran back into the house and closed the door behind her.
"Zoe? Is that you?" her mom asked.
She smiled warmly. "Yeah, Mom. It's me."
