John opened his bedroom door and stepped out into the hallway. Directly across the hall was Zoe's room. A little bit more down the hall was the bathroom. He heard the toilet flush and the door opened to reveal Zoe in all of her goth glory.
Up until the last year or so, Zoe had been an average kid. Then, much to the chagrin of the rest of the family, something had happened and Zoe had gone completely goth. No one was really sure what trauma had occurred, but she had gone from a rather cute 16 year old to the image which now stood before him.
A year John's junior, she just celebrated her 18th birthday. She was clothed in a long, black dress, and her face was made up a pale white. On her feet were knee-high high-heeled leather boots with a very complicated lace system. "What are you staring out perv?" Zoe sounded in response to her brother's stare.
Despite her choice of words, John and Zoe did share a good relationship. He loved his sister, but hated the choices she had made in the past year that had led to the current look.
"Nothing." John replied. "Whatever," Zoe sighed and stomped off to her bedroom.
As she disappeared into the room, John looked up to the ceiling. "Ok, let's give this a try. I want the old Zoe back. The sweet girl that was here two years ago."
"Hey John," Zoe called from her room. "Can you come here for a minute?"
John stepped into the room and his eyes shot open instantly at the sight before him.
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