I didn't have to wait long. From the sounds of Zoe tearing up her room, I knew she was displeased with something, but since that noise died down, I figured she must had found something she either liked or wanted to wear. Ten minutes later, she appears once again in my doorway, and I nearly fainted from shock, since this was not the Zoe I expected to see. I thought I was going to see the slightly less goth Zoe, one with the clothes but not the accessories, or the casual, almost tomboyish Zoe, or even one looking professional, like she was going into a office. Instead, I was confronted with Zoe dressed in an identical uniform as me. Same shoes, same stupid skirt and blouse. Even same hair style. The only difference was that she wore no makeup.
"What the fuck?!" I stammered.
Zoe grinned madly. "Like it? I got inspiration from you, little sis."
"What is wrong with you?" I demanded. The pigtails was the most worrying thing, since I knew it was the last hairstyle Zoe would pick. Especially with her natural color showing.
Zoe's smile faded into a sour grimace. "All my normal things are gone. I either had this, or some 'mom' clothes. Agghh. I much rather wear this. Makes me feel I'm not becoming old" she said, as she gently ruffled the top of my hair.
"Hey! But why"...?
"The hairstyle? I did it to make you feel better"
"Oh. That's great. You've put your hair into a style you hate, because you felt bad putting my hair into a style that I hate" I said sourly.
"Yet you haven't changed it "Zoe said with a smirk. Her smirk grew as she seized my left hand, my schoolbag in her right and dragged me out of the room, and out of the house. Only then did she look nervous.
"Afraid you're going ignite" I said. "Or just worried..."
"Are you sure you don't want me to give you a goth makeover? You're got the right snark, Anna" Zoe hissed. She looked around and smirked. I was puzzled at first, then realized the car that was nearby must had belonged to Zoe. She nearly dragged me to the passenger door, when she stopped.
"We're walking" Zoe announced, releasing my hand.
"What? Why?" I complained.
"Ï don't want to do 'mom' stuff, so start tapping those shoes, sis." She knew I hated how girlish the mary janes made me feel.
"Why do we even have to go?" I demanded.
"Because it'll slow or stop my transformation. Plus its funny watching you squirm, Anna.
