Melissa turned around and saw Mrs. Keller, her 47-year old next door neighbor. She always seemed to have a problem with Melissa, telling her that her shirts were too small and her skirts were too short. She such a prude. But this time, Mrs. Keller thought that Melissa was someone else.
"If you don't put that rock down this instant, I'm calling the police."
"Wait, you don't understand," Melissa tried to plea. But it did no good. And even worse, her neighbor grabbed her to pull her back to her house next door. When Mrs. Keller touched her, that same weird purple glow returned, surrounding the older woman. And when it was gone, there was a Goth girl in the neighbor's place. One that had Mrs. Keller's face.
The newest Goth girl to be created by Melissa's touch looked down at herself in shock. She was wearing a long black dress with a corset (this time it was a purple-colored one), black boots, and black leather choker. The former Mrs. Keller couldn't see it, but her hair had been dyed black with purple highlights as well. By her definition (and Melissa's) she had become a freak. But unlike Melissa, she'd get used to it, eventually. They all did.
Frightened by what happened again, Melissa ran away ... again.
