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Being Real
by Sherwood Smith




So that Monday Lys lay on her bed, supposedly doing her homework. She was actually watching
fanvids on her laptop when she was interrupted by all this car and people noise outside the
window.

It was not, for once, another loud, crashing fight among the people LysтАЩs family called the
Freakenstoner Monsters, who lived across the street. She spotted the RealTV logo on the sides of
two big vans and almost put her head through the glass to see if they were just there for one of the
neighbors, or . . . ?
A guy with big, white, straight teeth bustled to the front door below her, a bright green envelope in
his hand, as a young woman in jeans and an old sweater shot him with a hand cam.

Oh. No. Oh yeah !

Lys knew what that envelope was. It was the Green Envelope, the one that meant your family had
been picked for the Home Show , the biggest reality show on RealTV.
Lys reacted like a typical sixteen-year-old: first she squeed. Then she reached for her cell.

тАЬAlyssa! Could you please come downstairs?тАЭ Mom called out in the sugary voice that meant
there was company.

Hello! Were they, like, filming right now ? You were supposed to be Totally Natural, but there was
no way she was going to appear before millions in last yearтАЩs gym shorts, a ratty t-shirt, her hair like
an old witch, and oh yeah, her side of the room? Totally Natural did not include everyone in the
Free World seeing underwear and stuff all over the floor.
тАЬIтАЩm in the bathroom!тАЭ she yelped, grabbing armfuls of laundry.

A few minutes of really hard work didnтАЩt quite reduce her mess to the neatness of her older sister
JuliaтАЩs side of the room, but at least it had been tamed to a Totally Natural that people, could, you
know, see .

A fast shower, hair and face fix, her best jeans, a cute-but-casual top--dirty clothes in the
hamper--and she opened her door. Heard unfamiliar voices, tinkly social laughter.
So she walked downstairs in her most casual walk--were the cameras swinging to get her?--no.
Nobody paid any attention. Her parents sat side by side on the couch, facing Mr. Piano Teeth, who
was talking. Behind him, the female from outside held a camera slack in one hand. Her eyes had
that stare-into-space look of boredom.
LysтАЩs fourteen-year-old brother skulked on one of the kitchen bar stools, drumming with his fingers
on the stool next to him. When she sat down on it, he made a face and shifted his drumming to his
knees.

тАЬ . . . so do you have any questions?тАЭ
Dad looked around his own house as though secret cameras had sprouted in the corners. тАЬYouтАЩre
really not filming?тАЭ