A few minutes later, Jon came home. He walked into the kitchen and stared at his "new" mother.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" she spat at him.
Jon flinched at his mother's words. He expected them from his sister, but his mom never talked like that. And she never dressed like that either. She resembled Zoe's friend Athena, actually.
"Come on, Mom," Zoe said, pulling her out of the kitchen and glaring at Jon the whole way. "Let's go."
"Wait," Jon said, turning towards them. "Where are you going?"
"What the fuck do you care?" his mom asked. Then both Goths left the house.
Jon grabbed his forehead and wondered if there was possibly a way to fix his last wish. It was bad enough that his sister was Goth. But now he had to put up with a Goth mother as well? No way.
