When Stephanie finally arrived at the school, she met up with her friends Zoe Gibson and Sabrina Johnson, two girls who were also part of the Goth crowd.
"Hey, girls," Stephanie said. "Sorry I'm a little late, but ..."
"Ugh. Why are you talking to us?" Zoe asked.
"Excuse me?" Stephanie asked.
"Yeah, stay away from us," Sabrina said. "Go back to your stupid friends."
"Sabrina, what are you talking about? You're my friends."
"Yeah, whatever," Zoe said. "I'd rather be caught dead than be friends with you."
Stephanie stared at them. What was wrong with them? Why were they treating her like that? For a moment, she had a strange thought that maybe she looked different. That maybe they didn't recognize her. But when she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the hallway mirrors, she saw that she looked as normal as ever. Black-dyed hair with blue highlights, pale skin, C-cup breasts, piercings, a spiked collar, a black T-shirt over a fishnet shirt, a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, and a pair of black buckled boots with three-inch stacks. In fact, her overall appearance wasn't too different than Zoe's. Yet, they were treating her as if she were someone they hated.
As she stood there, her two friends walked away, apparently disgusted to be seen with her. Then suddenly, she heard a girl from behind her shout out her name.
She turned around and saw ...
