"You're going out like that?"
When most mothers of teenage girls say that sentence, it's because the girl's clothes are far too revealing for someone of her age. Sarah Hooper wishes she had that problem.
Molly looks at her best friend, then glances down at her Morrisey T-shirt, baggy jeans, and Doc Martens with pink laces. "Um… what's wrong with my outfit?"
"For God's sake, you look like a day labourer!"
"Whatever, Mum." Molly says, rolling her eyes. She'd like to point out that they're just going to the park and it's not as if they'll see the Queen, but she's desperate to get out of the house and she knows that arguing will only delay her exit.
"Honestly, how do you expect a boy to notice you when you're dressed like that?"
"Boys who like Morrisey will notice her," Regina says softly.
Mum throws up her hands, tells the girls to run along and begins muttering about gloomy people who smoke too much.
Molly sighs and heads out the door. Despite her mother's best efforts, she's never understood fashion, and wearing band T-shirts and jeans is just so easy. Molly's greatest fear is that people will always judge her on how she looks.