"God, you're so dramatic," he sighed loudly at my complaining about something unimportant to him. "You should be an actress."

"I am a horrible actress. Have you not seen my plays?--Wait! I could be a reality TV star. I can be spontaneously dramatic."

"Yeah, you could," Dad agreed with me. "You know what you should do? You should start a YouTube channel doing something stupid to get famous, like, uh, I don't know... failing to climb a roof and falling off it," he said, smirking and holding back laughter.

"That was one time!!" I shouted. "And I didn't fall, I slipped because I was wearing flip flops! And I only did it because the kid said I couldn't!" I defending, referring to Little Sister's dare that day at camp.

"And could you?"

I glared at him, pausing for a few moments. "No, but that's not the point!--"

He cut me off, laughing as he left the room and me to my anger.