To be continued.

She was right in front the big mirror with all the fancy lights on it, that mirror a lot of people want but not too many have. You could see the look of doubt and concern in her face. You would ask what could be wrong with a pretty, rich and in vogue famous person of the red carpet. Well, everybody does but what they don't really know is that, besides money and fame, the have nothing.
A 1000 thing came up to her mind. Things that were forgotten. Things that the upper life, the money and the drugs apparentely took out of her mind, or at least that is what she thought.
Looking at herself in the mirror she wondered what kind of person she had became in. She ditched her friends, her family and everything she loved and believed in for what? For nothing. Just a few rich kids with some champagne, some pot and some expensive stuff. She didn't really know how all that happened but once you get to that point, there's just two options: either leave everything behind and fight against all the voices talking about you or just suck it up.
"You are up next" That cold voice she'd heard so many times meant battle. All this shit is about who is the best,  the skinniest, the sluttiest and the richsest. Now, it was time to fight for what her life had became in or she'd have nothing. Welcome to the real life bitch.

PEACE & LOVE.