Sense of Humor (Disclaimer: All of my blog stories are fake.)

     I’m smart, not smart. Smart, not smart. Smart, not smart. I’m smart, not smart— “Natalie, come down for breakfast— the early call of my mother as I try to bundle myself in some joy, guess I’m not smart, I mean, I ended on ‘not smart’. Instead of telling my mom a simple “I’m coming,” I play it  the hard way, I don’t answer but, I come down very very slowly at one step each two seconds.”Natalie!” I go even slower... “NATALIE!!!,” I come even slower. “NATALIE ARE YOU SLEEPING OR PLAYING ON YOUR TABLET?” Truth is I’m not doing either of those things. I go slower, I hear my mom’s steps going up the stairs, as I am only on the seventh stair. I flick my brown golden hair to the front my face, and make myself look like I was very sleepy so I was going very slow and to weak to answer. I say in my most tired fake voice possible: “oh.. hey mom.. I heard you.. but it...was.. hard to answer and I was... c-coming but... I guess... you... couldn’t h-hear..” “Oh, honey.. it’s okay, sorry for shouting.”  Now, you’re probably wondering. Why would this girl waste this much time to pretend? Well, it’s because I’m an attention seeker, I like to admit it myself cause that’s how I get attention.
        Funny, or not, funny or not, funny or not, funny or not, funny— “Natalie, time for lunch.” “Coming!”