The Real Life

Chris (short for Christina) has major stage fright. She can't get the courage to even ask a question in class. Best friends Spring and Jacqueline are the only people that know her identity on, Chris's website which is the only place she feels comfortable sharing her thoughts. Her short story about Cassie, a girl based on herself becomes an internet sensation and leaves everyone wondering exactly who the "Realist" is.


8. Not the real life


"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. 

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