Jennifer flipped her mom the bird behind her back. Wait why would she do that? She loved her mom....right? Jennifer shook her head in confusion, she still had her memories, but her mannerisms and attitude were wildly different now. The smoking was one thing, but now she felt almost possessed, fitting, given the decor. Jennifer grabbed her backpack, how a satchel, and walked through the house, it was clear just how alien her room was to the rest of the building. Everyone else was so bright, white and orderly....she hated it. Jennifer squinted at the brightness, despite nothing about the rest of the house changing it felt unpleasant, like she wanted to go back to her darkened room.
Leaving through the front door she walked out on her lawn as she suddenly heard a loud bang, then several more. Initially thinking she was getting shot at Jennifer ducked in a reflex, only to then hear the tell tale noise of a engines dying putter. Jennifer looked up as a short-bus, renovated and spray painted black and with other graffiti in its sides rolled up, it's brakes failing as it lurched in three awkwardly spaced lapses as it finally came to a stop, the doors swinging open to reveal a boy with curly hair and covered in acne. His voice overtly in a stereotypical stoner accent, comically even. "Like, heya babe, ready for the "bus" to pick you up?" he let out a snort at his own joke. Jennifer felt herself rolling her eyes, it probably wasn't the first time he'd made that joke. "Uh, yea, I guess." Jennifer said as she flipped her hair. Internally Jennifer was screaming, the edge, the cringe, it was exactly what she hated most about this goth shit, and now she was stuck as one, even with her stereotypical stoner boyfriend archetype.
The bus reeked of weed, and looking in the back it was apparent he lived in it, a mattress taking up the bulk of the back, followed by a series of bongs, pipes and shelves clearly filled with different strains of the devils lettuce. The boy made spaceship noises with his mouth as he yelled out. "Sweeeet, alright, Daniel's super cool bus ship....away! Vrooosh!" The doors swung closed as the bus tried to start moving again, Jennifer grabbing the ceilings railing as she wasn't ready to sit on that mattress, the bus' transmission clearly on the verge of exploding as it failed to catch gears multiple times before finally starting to move.
"So like, babe, I was like, thinking right..." Daniel started to speak.
"Scares me more than this curse." Jennifer muttered under her breath.
"...like, after school we try out some of my new shit, it's like really strong and stuff. You could bring that dark tome or whatever you carry around all the time, the demon one, I'd bet we see some narly shit."
Jennifer scowled, "I don't keep some demon to..." her voice trailed off as she felt her bag, there was definitely something large and book shaped in it. Please no, please no, please.....oh god damn it. Jennifer thought to herself as she pulled the book out, it was a seance ritual book for wouldbe witches, "well that's just great..." Jennifer said, Daniel misinterpreting that as a yes to his proposition. "Niiice, alright I'll see you after school babe, hope you didn't shave and all." He pumped is head back and forth.
Jennifer wanted to die inside, more than she ever wanted to in her life, the feeling only growing as the buses doors swung open to reveal the highschool. "Fuck me." She muttered.