I looked around, half expecting for me to shrink, or shifted into a booster seat, but after a minute, nothing happened. "Are you okay, Anna? You're too quiet" Zoe asked.
"What do you think, mom? Its bad enough to be in this ridiculous outfit but now I'm gonna be seen by both Linda and Mikey" I snapped, disturbed how easily it came out my mouth. i looked around nervously.
"Don't worry sweetie. All they'll see is that you're my daughter..."
"And that is supposed to make me feel better? And stop calling me 'sweetie'" I growled. I paused, regathered myself, knowing I was angry. "Any other nice surprises I should know about, mom?"
"You're definitely turning into my daughter.."
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"I found a picture of a younger me. Still goth" Zoe said.
"Oh. Just great. Another thing for me to worry about" I said sarcastically. Turning goth was just as appealing as a being a kid, or a ditzy cheerleader. "Anything else?"
"No."
"Just keep Mikey away from me" I demanded.
"I'm just as nervous about all this as you, Anna" Zoe said. Minutes later, we arrived home, and saw that a unfamiliar car was waiting for us. It took a few seconds for me to realize it was Linda. Zoe was equally confused, but she figured it out before me. "Guess the changes to us, also subtilty changed her." I didn't have time to respond, as we saw our former mom get out of the car. To my relief, nothing had changed.
"Thank.." I started to say, but my words dried up as the other figure got out the car. A blonde teenaged girl appeared, wearing a pink spaghetti strap top, skirt and heels and my jaw dropped in shock. I realized this was Mikey. "Mom. What happened?"
"No Jon. No Zoe" Zoe said grimly. I winced, getting the implications immediately.
"What now?" I asked, half scared.
