This is just a peek of what the storyline will be. I'm also including a few songs that I created myself. And I can guarantee the ending will be a heartbreaker. 

 I lay in front of my mirror, brushing my hair, careful not to make any screw up. The penalty is too high for errors. In perfectia, everyone's perfect. Not like a couple of years ago when people accepted each other for flaws. Digusting! As I button up my shirt, I noticed an absolutely malicious scar. It's noticed by four feet. And of all the damn places to pick my body, it picks my cheek. I shriek at the ugly sight, trying desperately to get rid of it. In perfectia, people who make or have a mistake on them is considered an error. They are sent to the Doll Masters to be fixed, and they come back in beautiful shape. *************

I scurry downstairs, quietly tip toe outside, and head to Johnny's house. He's my crush of course and he'd hate this scar. So I put a dash of mascara on my cheek, and I knock on the door......

 All the make up in the world won't make you any more pretty. Why do you think people grovel to you? Cause bitch your being a major tool. You walk down the street in your Mary Jane high plumps. You don't even notice that big gray clump. On the back of ya neck, heck, it's ugly as hell. Stop getting mad at me or I'll take your ass to jail! ( try me try me) 

* chorus* 

Stop acting Glamour! ( ha ha!) you aren't hot, you're acting like a thot! ( ooh!) you think you worth a trillion, but you're not! Stop acting like the world owes you a fucking million...