"Of course I'm alright," Jon said. "Now get your fucking hands off of me," he sneered.
After Zoe pulled away from him, her face fell. Her brother was no more. Sure, she thought it would be nice to have more Goths around, but no matter how much she had to put up with her family, she didn't want them to be Goths. And now they were. But this was even worse, because they were almost exactly like her.
Jon stood up from the floor, glared at Zoe, then headed back to his ... uh, her ... bedroom, slamming the door behind.
Not knowing what else to do, Zoe headed to her own bedroom. And after what happened to her family, she didn't think she'd come out any time soon.
