Author's Note: This piece demonstrates how you should be yourself. You shouldn't do anything for fame or fortune when your heart really isn't in it. It isn't fair to your viewers or yourself. If you want to peruse something different and it's your passion, do that instead faking anything.
“Hi I’m Shona the Shopaholic!” the TV speakers yelled, as a smiling woman appeared on the screen.
I groan.Shona also happens to be my mom. She’s not actually a Shopaholic, she just pretends to be for TV. I mean, she should be called Shona the Liar-liar Pants on Fire for bling and cha-ching. That doesn’t necessarily rhyme, but it’s true!
Mom starts up her show as usual with the twinkling lights, favorite websites and stuff. It’s torture. My mom may be a “shopaholic” but I am totally not. I hate shopping. People say it’s a crime against being a girl! I’m not a tom boy either. I’m just a girl who’d rather do art than shop.
“Hey Sherman? I’m going to the mall if Mother wants me. Tell her to call when taping is over!” I told the stage manager. He waved goodbye and I walked down the street to the Los Angelos mall with one intent.
I see my best friend Kelly down the way. “Hey Kell!” I shouted at her.
“OMG! Sheila! How are you?!” Kelly screamed. (Did I mention she likes caffeine???)
I gave her a huge bear hug. “I’m going to the mall, do you want to come?” I asked her.
“Toats!” Kell squeals.
When we get to the mall, I head straight for Destiny’s Disguises. I have one wish: to expose my mom’s biggest secret.
