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Once again, I want to warn everybody, this is intense subject matter. If you're not 13 or older, I suggest you don't read it. It's not super inappropriate or anything, it just deals with hard issues like anorexia and alcoholism and such. So, yeah, watch yourselves.

CH. 2 TAWNI

My name is Tawni Hart. You probably all know me as the perfect blonde on So Random. The one with the perfect hair, the perfect skin, the perfect clothes, the perfect body, the perfect smile, and so forth. This is how I get stereotyped. I'm the Barbie of Hollywood. I'm the little perfect plastic girl. That's what everyone wants me to be. The frustrating part is, that's definitely not who I am.

It's stressful trying to be perfect all the time. I have to constantly exercise, constantly check my makeup, always be updating my wardrobe, always try to be seen with someone important, and the list goes on. Does anyone in your life expect you to be perfect like that? It's like you have to hold a boulder on your shoulders all day, letting it slowly crush you. The worst part is, no one cares if your smart. Nobody knows this, but I actually have a brain, even though I don't act it. The dumb blond thing is just a façade. Really, I'm the top of Miss Bitterman's class. Zora's very good, but secretly, I'm better. I pay Miss Bitterman not to tell the class and hand me back fake Bs and Cs. I really do go that far, because maybe people won't expect as much out of me.

This isn't my huge secret though. The secret is how I deal with my stress. I drink. I don't go out and party at clubs, no, that's just stupid and frivolous. No, I'm an alcoholic. I'm old enough to drink, I'm 22, but I'm Hollywood's It Girl, and I'm supposed to behave, so I hide it. I go out in a brown wig and buy the poison after work each day. Then I go to my apartment and drink until I pass out. It's the only way I know to deal with the stress. It blurs my mind. The worst part is coming out of the drunken coma, though. Then comes the hangover. Every morning I wake up with a massive headache. Want to know why I'm so mean? Try having a migraine 24/7. Then, I have to throw up. Luckily, the vomit usually comes before work. And, if it happens during work, everyone usually just passes it off as me being sick. I have had a few people think I'm bulimic or something, but eventually they realize I'm not. So, I just hide my drinking problem.

I usually try not to drink at work. If I did, they would definitely know something was up. I did have to sneak some in one day, though. I had a big interview with Santiago Heraldo, and it was just too much pressure. Nobody else noticed . Maybe it's because they seem so absorbed in their own lives. I don't know what bugs them though.

Sonny, for example, is already perfect, like a Barbie doll. She should be Hollywood's It-Girl, not me. Lately, she has been getting awfully skinny, though. Oh well, Hollywood likes skinny. And when I start thinking about this again, it brings on the stress, then I need some alcohol, which I think I'm going to go drink now. I'm going to drink, until I black out.

Thank you to my first 4 reviewers! LOL, I hope people read this story, and I hope you enjoy it. And remember, if you think you need help with a problem, get help, NOW! R&R

Love, Twipi :D