"Okay, slow down. It's hard to take all of this in," Zendaya said, sitting down on Myka's bed. She was supposed to be a white girl? And a Goth even? She just couldn't imagine that.
"I gotta say, though, I think you're much better this way," Myka commented. "It's too bad there's still a Goth in the family, though. You know how terrible it is to have someone that looks exactly like you, but is running around looking like a gothic freak? Ugh. Sometimes I wish I was an only child. I mean, except for you. You're not that bad."
Zendaya, distracted by the revelation, hadn't noticed Myka grasping her hand...the one with the stone in it. A stone that suddenly flashed, granting the wish.
