"Hi, my name is Kelsey Poppers, and I'm your agent!" A energized, hyper woman with blonde short hair and a huge white smile said to me as soon as I got downstairs one morning.
"Huh?" I rubbed my eyes.
"Because your book is so popular SOMEONE needs to help you out." Kelsey giggled, and her curls bounced against her shoulders.
"Um, Ok," I said sleepily.
"Awesomesauce!" Kelsey cheered. "Now, YOU need to get to school."
"Yeah, I realize that." I frowned.
"Great!" She squealed, but then (this startled me) her expression changed to this rotten, hateful face as she yelled, "Shante! Get the wardrobe line over here RIGHT NOW!"
"Uh..." I muttered after she yelled. A tall bald man wearing skinny jeans and a tight leather jacket strutted in with a long cabinet on wheels.
"Not getting any younger here!" Kelsey shouted. Then, as if it were magic, her face turned back to her giddy smile. "We created a line of cute clothes JUST FOR YOU!" She squealed as if I was 5. "Open it up!" She yelled at Shante.
I think I was almost blinded by all the pink clothes.
"Unnnh...." I said.
"What is is, dah-ling?" Shante asked.
"Shut up!" Kelsey ordered. "I talk to her, NOT YOU! Is there something wrong, sweetie?"
"Yeah," I said. "Everything. These outfits suck. Too much pink."
"What would YOU want to wear?" Kelsey asked. I ran upstairs to my room.
"This," I said when I came down. Kelsey sucked in a large amount of air.
"What?" I asked, staring down at my black and white striped sweatshirt, jeans, and light brown Uggs.
"You CANNOT wear that!" Kelsey shrieked.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because you are a famous person!" Kelsey said. "Famous people CANNOT wear THAT."
"But I'm a real person," I argued. "my website is about being real, not fake."
"Ugh, whatever." Kelsey groaned. Quickly, she giggled and added, "Sweetheart."
"Yeah, OK," I said. Kelsey is was not my favorite person.
"BREAKFAST TIME, SHANTE!" Kelsey shrieked. Shante hurried out with a mile high if pancakes, fresh cut fruit, blobs of whipped cream, and goblets of freshly squeezed orange juice.
"Thanks..." I said awkwardly. Five minutes later, Kelsey hurried me outside.
"Our ride is here!" Kelsey squealed, pointing to the stretch limousine. I sighed, and reluctantly let Kelsey pull me towards the door.