At Breakfast

Mikey poured himself a bowl of Mighty Flakes and sat down to eat. Zoe stormed into the kitchen. She wasn't wearing any makeup, and was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans...the least Goth stuff in her closet. "She even made me take off my nail polish," Zoe fumed. "Mom's on some sort of power trip. She said until I learn how to dress she'd be dressing me. She said something about making me go shopping with her after school for clothes. She hasn't made me do that in ages." "Umm..." Mikey said, unsure of what to say. "Does...umm...Mom look different to you today?" Zoe stared at him. "No. Why?" Mikey focused on his cereal."She seems different to me." Meanwhile....