When Zoe stepped down onto the first floor of her house, she heard a noise coming from the kitchen. So, she headed in that direction. It was hard to miss the girl grabbing the orange juice from the refrigerator and drinking it from the carton, just like Zoe usually did (her mom always scolded her for that). The girl was dressed very similarly to Zoe, although she didn't look exactly like her. More like what her mom looked like as a teenager, but a Goth version of that.
Her "mom" stopped drinking the juice for a moment and looked at her. "What the fuck are you staring at?" she asked.
"Uh ... Mom?" Zoe asked, wondering how the girl would react to that name. "I need to ask you a question."
