The next day, Jessica decided to wear Elizabeth's oxford shirt and khaki pants to school even though it completely wasn't her style, it was possibly something to do with her kleptomania. In turn, Elizabeth wore Jessica's denim mini-skirt with a pink halter-top. Jessica wore her hair in barrettes, Elizabeth with hers cascading down her shoulders.
When they arrived at school in the Jeep their parents had bought them as a reward for managing to crash two cars within their junior year, nobody really looked at them twice until Lila Fowler strutted over.
"Hey Jess," she addressed Elizabeth; glancing at Jessica with one of her cool I-don't-know-you-and-I-don't-want-to-know-you-because-well-basically-I'm-a-snob looks.
"Ugh, Lila! I can't believe you don't recognise me! Like, can't you tell us apart without us wearing our stereotypical clothing? Jeez!" Jessica sulked, grabbing the clip out of Lila's hair and stomping off.
"What was all that about, Jess?" Lila inquired, her brow furrowing. "Your sister is acting really strange these days."
"Um, I'm Elizabeth, Lila," Elizabeth explained patiently.
"Really? Well, no offence, but you look like an H-O-R-E," Lila told her, before turning on her ninety thousand dollar heels and stalking off.
Elizabeth smirked. "Oh yeah? Well, guess what? You missed off the silent 'W'! Who's laughing now?"