She already had a list of pranks planned, ready and waiting.

Misty listened as the screen door slammed shut and sighed to herself. Leaping off the last two stairs, where she had been standing in order to try and balance out the height difference between her and her father, the pre-teen skittered into the living room. Falling to her knees, she pressed her body against the floor as she felt under the chair for the photograph she had hidden there. It was too dangerous to hide it in her room, where it might get lost when a precariously balanced mountain of junk fell over...