I never realize how popular I am until I DON'T go somewhere with my mom.

'Where's Kat?'

'Is Kat okay?'

'Where's your sidekick?'

0-O  'Ma'am, do you need help tracking down your daughter?  She seems to be missing.'

'WHERE'S MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER?!!'  *Panik*

Me: *Doing housework at home so mom doesn't have to, and mostly likely playing with my rabbit as well*

Mom: ...........................

Mom: She's fine.

'Are you SuRe?'

Mom: YES!!!

Me who gets dragged along most of the time these days: I'm just happy to be at hoooome!

AWAY from people.

..Unless if it's the fabric store or somewhere I'm actually comfortable going.

But I can go onstage and speak in front of a couple hundred people with ease.

..............................

Yeah, I don't get it, either.

AnYwAyS, my mother literally got assaulted with the dreaded: 'Where's your daughter?' not long ago when she went to a Fabricland a little further afield.  She comes home in a huff, then looks at me suspiciously.

Me: What's wrong?

Her: HOW DO THEY REMEMBER YOU?!!  We've only ever went to that specific location once before together, and they're ASKING WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!

Me: *Shrugs*  They must've missed me, then.

Her: I DIDN'T EVEN REALIZED THAT THEY NOTICED US THAT MUCH!!!

Me: *Looks levelly at her*  Mother, we hardly dress and act like normal Canadians.

Her: .....................

Her: Oh.

Me: Remember the lady in the American Wendy's?

Her: Yes.  She thought that we were going to some sort of prestigious event or something.

Me: Mom, she thought that we were coming from a funeral.

Me: ..Or maybe it was a wedding.

Me: Either way, we were just passing through.

Me: And we were dressed down.

Mom: I don't understand North Americans.

My bro earlier today:

Bro: Some of the guys on the group chat are filthy.

Me: *Parental control mode activated*

Bro: Like, they..  Um..

Me: What?

Bro: I'm not sure if I should tell you.

Me: No, tell me.

Bro: I really shouldn't.

Me: As the eldest, it's my duty to keep an eye on them.  What.  Did.  They.  Say.

Bro: No, it's too terrible.

*After a couple minutes of back and forth*

Bro: Okay, don't say I didn't warn you.  They said:

Bro: *Shudders*

Bro: That you..

Me: Yeees..?

Bro: *Visibly cringing*  ..Are actually kind of famous.

Me: Seriously?

Bro: IT'S JUST TOO TERRIBLE!!!

Bro: I'm so jealous.

Me: Who wouldn't be?  After all-

Bro: -DON'T YOU SAY IT!!!

Me: .....................

Me: I write a lot more stuff than you do.

Bro: *Demonic screeching*

Remember the 'Who is my bro' thing from the last part?  

My brother had to embarrass himself with simply having to tell the person: 'I am Kat's bro.'

Other person: Ohhhhhh..!

Bro: *%#*(^$&())^%

Me: Now everyone knows who you are.  It's the only way, really.  Since I'm the one that everyone knows.  You know, ME, not you.  In this world, only I can remain.  They all know me, but no one's heard of you.

Bro: ThE iNdIgNiTy!

Me: S.I.U.

Me: You know what that means?

Bro: SuCk It Up.

Me: 😎

*From the Chat*

My bro: Wow Kat, harsh man. That was the best way to let them know who I am, what with you apparently being soooooo famous.

Another dude: XD

She is

Famous yes 

Bro: Welp, now I'm just going to ignore that...

Bro: *Immediately changes the subject*

Kai: Dumbest scar stories, go!
Lloyd: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.
Nya: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.
Jay: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.
Cole: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and I got a really bad burn.
Zane:
Zane: I have emotional scars.