Let me tell you more about my family, but more specifically my sister: Veronica. 

BASIC INFO

Her full name: Veronica Valentina Aedile.

-She is 15

-Wears dark de-saturated colors like violet, blue, grey, or even pure black

-Loves and has a crazy obsession with rings and chains

-Has dyed hair, which she regularly changes every once in a while, to red, blue, or purple

-Loves gossiping and telling stories, over the phone, with her friends, about Karter Kaiden Newsum, a new boy she met at her social studies class. 

But out of all of this, she surely is hard to live with, bitter, mischievous, troublesome, manipulative, and dishonest. She isn't the type of person you'd like to hang with for a while, especially if she's not your bestie. 

For instincts, yesterday, mom, dad, Veronica, and I were sitting at the dining table. On the menu, there was souvlaki, as the main dish, Cesar salad, and tacos, as the appetizer, and as for the desert, it was Caramello cheesecake.

As I was diving in for one more bite of my taco, mom asked me:

-So honey, how was your creative writing class?

-Oh. It was great, mom. I've had plenty of fun and got filled in with a bunch of information. Did you know that back in the time, people couldn't write books about anything going against Christianity, cause at that time, the church had more power over the government, and they'd execute you if you'd do so?

-Oh! Wow, honey! I'm glad you've learned something new. That means that course we've paid, your dad and I, are really bearing its fruits!

-Yea... fruits for idiots... Veronica whispered, thinking nobody heard her. 

You see, ever since I started writing, I'd always beg my parents to take me to classes, to enrich my understanding and knowledge about creative writing, and since they saw I was REALLY into it, they finally got convinced and both accepted that it's worth to give a shot. So when Veronica whispered such cruel things about my soulmate, (creative writing), I lost my head and straight ahead said:

-By all means, may I beg your pardon?

-Ugh. Reading is for losers. You've got weird tastes and you're not a normal kid as it is. In addition to that, you're not even close to being perf-

-I will stop you right there but without reading nor writing, you'd be even more stupid than you are right now. Plus, I don't need to be perfect, no one is. And if I need to become "perfect"... 

Is a girl that laughs all the time, even if the jokes aren't funny, who walks around gossiping, bragging, or bullying other kids, OR EVEN one who tells people all around her, that she suffers from depression, while she's not, what you call being PERFECT?

-What did you say? Take that back!

-No. I won't take it back because we all know that it's true. Face it sweetheart, the truth is already hard enough as it is. Don't make it worse. I proudly declared, with a smirking look. 

She stormed away, out of the dining room, and went directly to her bedroom.

I was looking at her, with the satisfaction that my victory gave me, but with visible regret and disappointment of my words and actions. I shouldn't have been too negatively frank with my argument... maybe I should've left some open points.