Chapter 1: Hollywood’s Sleepiest Starlet

I’m a koala.

After waking up in the body of a C-list American actress, I just went with the flow whenever rival stans trashed me online, letting their drama roll right off my back. I snoozed my way through every wannabe queen trying to pick a fight.

During a shoot, the supporting actress playing the troublemaker was supposed to slap me in a scene.

I took the chance to go full drama, flopping onto the floor and refusing to budge.

Thirty hours later, I was still out cold.

That first night, Twitter was lit up: #MalloryKnoxOutColdOnSet #MalloryIsSheDeadOrJustSleeping

I’m a koala.

I’m only awake two or three hours a day.

After ending up in the body of a struggling actress, my eyelids lost every single daily battle.

I snored through our scene in a hanging chair under white-hot set lights.

I heard he told my manager, “Mallory’s acting is really something.”

My manager thought he was about to give me a big break, grinning from ear to ear: “Not at all, she still needs your help.”

He replied, “She plays a corpse better than anyone I’ve seen.”

Ouch. That zinger wiped the smile right off her face.

Later, Carter bought coffee for everyone at the agency.

He even brought five cups right to me himself.

Seeing him hand me five cups made my manager snap—she snatched my pillow, jerked my recliner upright, and yelled in my ear, “Wake up!”

Carter, still standing in the doorway, looked like he’d just seen a ghost.

I opened my eyes, groggy, and for a second, my mind scrambled—Carter, right? That’s his name. Carter. Yeah, Carter.

As I sat up, I heard my manager slip and call him by his nickname—“Jack.”

She shoved the coffee into my hands, panicking.

“This is from Hollywood royalty. Drink up.”

I bit the straw, squinting up at him.

Honestly, his face was kind of hypnotic—like, dangerously sleep-inducing.

Back to sleep.

Even after turning human, I never gave up eating eucalyptus leaves.

Other people’s lunch: grilled chicken, steamed broccoli.

My plate: a mountain of fresh, green eucalyptus leaves.

Under the hashtag #HowPettyCanHollywoodGet, I shot to the top with my weird plate of leaves.

Eucalyptus leaves are my knockout punch—one plate and I’m out till the next day.