The Truth of the Star

Britney Lavine is the star of the show, and she always has been. Girls would die for the career she has - playing the top role in 'Summer Days', the biggest show on TV.
People know her as dumb blonde, clumsy, and having an attitude where nothing really matters. But when Casey, a local schoolgirl, wins a competition to meet her, things might just change. Casey hates Britney - who would love a girl like that? - but maybe she isn't the girl that everyone thinks they know.
Casey and Britney are far from similar, so will their differences bring together a blossoming friendship, or will their opposites clash, leaving them no option but to run?


3. Action!

It's doesn't take long to notice her. She's leaning against the wall of her dressing room. Not casually, not even normally, I would say. One hand is on her hip which is jutted out to the side, and her leg is put out like it's in a world of it's own. Her lips are pursed and she's fluttering her eyelashes way too much for my liking.

Just get this out of the way.

It replays in my mind as I start my way towards her. I feel like a don't belong, like at any minute a tall broad bodyguard will notice me and hurl me out the door. But of course, this is my prize, and this is where I'm meant to be.

Shuffling up behind Britney, I tap her on the shoulder politely. She swings round in an instant.

"Omg Linda, you're late again! My hair is in need of dye right now..." She trails off, realising that her hairdresser or whoever she addressed me as, is in fact, not even here. Instead, I stand here rather scared, looking up into her emerald blue eyes. Gosh, her heels are high. I'm not even short.

"Oh." She says it as if I'm just a piece of dirt. "Who are you?"


Before I have any chance of explaining, she's flinging her arms wildly in the air and squealing.

"Intruder, intruder!"

After a while, someone rushes in - who looks like the hairdresser - and calms her down. She explains that I'm a guest and I'm here as my prize.

"Oh." She repeats once more. I guess I'm going to have to put up with this attitude until I can finally go home.

Once Linda has discussed hair problems with Britney, she leads us to a room where we are left to be alone. Suddenly, I feel drowned in her presence.

I sit awkwardly on the sofa, whilst she sits opposite in the pink, plush armchair. The walls seem to be striped blue and orange and already, my eyes are swirling round as if I'm in a 3D horoscope.

"So, let's get this over and done with." I suddenly hear her hiss.

Tell me about it. I want the same.

Instead I stay silent, chewing my lip.

"Look," she continues, "I don't know what this whole prize thing is about, but I don't like it. I didn't even agree to this stupid plan. I mean, what is wrong with my assistant? Doing this kind of thing behind my back? Oh gosh, you probably know right..."

I sit there like she's insane.

"No actually, I don't." I retort, "Because as you may have guessed, I'm not a popstar."

I say it with as much sarcasm in my voice and the biggest smile ever afterwards. She smiles grimly.

"You have attitude." She says it in the same tone I almost get bored halfway.

"So do you."

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I chew my nails, pick at them, then file them with a file that's been left on the counter still in its wrapper. It's only when I'm finishing up on them (to be honest, I think they look awesome) that Britney stands up abruptly.

"Okay, I can't do this." She shouts.

She leaves the room, hair flying out behind her. I almost smile with happiness. Almost. Why did I even want to win this? Yes, to annoy all the girls at my school, but is it really worth it if she's going to act like this? Maybe an actual fan should see this and then they wouldn't stop fantasizing over her.

A few minutes later, someone walks into the room. Oh great, it's Britney herself. Why couldn't it be her assistant? Or her hairdresser?

She sits down so quietly that if I hadn't looked up in the first place to glimpse out the window, I wouldn't have even noticed she was there.

"What is it?" I ask.

She looks up, with big puppy dog eyes on her face.

"I'm sorry..."

I almost laugh with shock. And in fact, I do, because I can't hold it in. Her look is startling - a death glare points in my direction - so I stop.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that." I choke, "You're joking right?"

I'm almost beside myself with laughter and all the while, she sits there in pure shock.

"No I'm being serious. I'm really sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to be like that and..."

"It's okay." I say, "You can stop. I'd rather not listen to an acted out apology."

She glares at me again. "This is for real. I'm not acting."

"Yes, you are. I'm not dumb." I state.

And before I can get another word in edgeways she launches herself at me, claw-nails digging into my skin.

"Get off!" I scream, and as soon as it hits her ears, she stops, telling me to shut up.

"Don't get me into trouble. Please don't tell." She pleads.

"What even is your problem?" I yell, ignoring her kneeling in front of me. "You act like some spoilt brat who doesn't know anything and thinks that attacking people will save your day. Plus, you always rely on everybody else? What is the point in that? Do you have a life?"

She whispers yes but I can barely even here it. She looks so tiny sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around her,

"Look," I continue, "I'm just saying that you're not exactly who I pegged you to be. Okay, I've seen that your spoilt and pretty and annoying and get everything you want. But I didn't expect the whole 'I don't care who you are or what you're doing here attitude'. I get that I didn't like you in the first place, which is why I don't like you now, but even if one of your biggest fans just saw you like I did, they'd realise your not anyone they'd want to know. You're letting down everyone with that attitude."

I leave her to breath for a second, to take it all in.

"This is meant to be my prize, and what kind of prize is this anyway? It's more like a punishment."

With that, I storm out the room. I'm not going to pretend everything's fine for a whole day around that girl.

'But she was trying to apologize,' everyone will say when I tell them.

No, she was acting. And yeah maybe you think I don't know, because clearly I'm not in any kind of acting business. But if this is anything to go by, I saw her through the window chatting to her assistant and the way she was practising her apologetic face and got a thumbs up back, well, I don't think you could interpret that any other way.

Britney Lavine is a right brat. Everyone has to know that.

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