"I'm just so ugly!" wailed Jessica, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Five foot six with bouncy blonde hair and eyes the colour of the Pacific Ocean, size six figure with long athletic legs and a peaches-and-cream complexion (although in some books, it's tan), Jessica was indeed the epitome of ugly. "And not only that, but no-one even knows who I am! All they see is Liz, Liz, Liz!"
"I know, LizImeanJessica," Lila soothed, sympathetically. "Now, when you have this identity crisis, you usually do one of two things – run away, or change your image. Which is to be today?"
"New image, I think, Li," sniffled Jessica. "Can you pay for it all again?"
"Of course I can, Jess," smiled Lila. "That's my main function. To pay for your needs when your parents get annoyed with you for maxing out their credit cards. Although, saying that, they do tend to make empty threats don't they? Fools."
Jessica frowned. There was no need for Lila to be so cruel about her parents. Then she shrugged. Lila was probably bitter because her dad's name was George and Jessica's dad's name was Ned, which was way cooler. Of course, Lila claimed her embitterment was due to the fact her dad worked a lot, whereas the Wakefield parents were at home all hours of the day (unless it was inconvenient for a meagre plot-line, such as the introduction of Prince Albert) despite the fact Daddy Wakefield was the big-wig of a law firm and Mommy Wakefield an in-demand interior designer.
"Okay so where first?" enquired Lila; oblivious to the fact that Jessica had just taken her television, car keys and nail file.
"Hmmm, well there's Lisette's and... um, Lisette's...?" suggested Jessica.
"Let's go! To the Fowler-mobile!" (Although why the Fowler-mobile had to be a bright green Triumph nobody would ever know.)