Who: Meg Manning, open
What: Shopping for some cute new clothes, boy hunting
Rating: PG so far
She left a stack of dresses in the dressing room, normally she would have made the effort to try to put them back herself, but she found herself left in a funk. She hadn't liked any of those dresses because they were nothing like her, she had tried on things her sister had picked out for her. Not her taste, besides, she doubted her dad would ever leave the house. Lizzy had stayed and watched Meg for exactly seven dresses before spotting some friends and telling her just to take them all. She didn't want them, she wanted to spend time with Lizzy. These dresses, they made her look like other girls. That back-less silver dress, she could see Lilly wearing that.
She didn't want to be Lilly. Yes, Lilly got all the the boys, boys that she usually wished she could have, but she wasn't jealous. Well, not really. She and Lilly were a totally different type of girl, some boys liked that. Wild girls who were in your face, flaunting what the good lord gave them. Meg knew she could never compete with girls like that. She didn't want to be that girl, one day someone out there would realize that Meg was the kind of girl they wanted. The kind of girl they wanted to marry.
She wandered over to makeup on her way out and sprayed some Chanel on her wrist. She smelled it and indicated toward a pale pink lip gloss. At least she wouldn't be going home entirely empty handed.