"I'm never giving you anything ever again, 'cause you're a terrible sister."

"Pass me a fork."

That summs up out entire relationship thus far. Me, I never wanted to be a sister, and he never wanted to my my brother. We are simply people who co-exist for the single reason that we both belong to the same people. I woke up early to see my mother fleeing the house as fast as possible. Muttering something about sunglasses and fabric. My father was perchasing tickets to WWE RAW on the computer. My brother was hopping up and down in the kitchen speaking in the highpitched voice cracking tone he always uses when he wants to be annoying. This carried on for fifteen minutes.

Today I'm going to the Nickel Art Museum at the UofC. I don't care who tries to stop me, I'm not staying here.