Caught on Camera: A College Student’s Family Drama Unfolds, and It’s Juicier Than a Soap Opera
Greetings, my fabulous readers! It’s your beloved Roger, here to regale you with the latest in family drama that’s more tantalizing than your favorite trashy reality TV show. And trust me, this tale is worth every gasp and eye roll I’m about to elicit.
So, let’s start by setting the stage: Our leading lady, known here as 19-year-old Jane, swings around the campus with the flair of a young Michelle Obama, achieving the much-coveted higher education and all. The semester winded down, and just as she’s about to embark on a summer filled with carefree escapades with friends, her parents croon like a bad karaoke performance, pleading for her to come home. Oh, the sweet, saccharine tug of familial duty.
Now, Jane’s idea of ‘home’ is somewhat akin to a haunted house ride: you know unexpected horrors lie around each corner, like her 15-year-old sister who’s basically the star of her parents’ coddling circus. But, family, right? So, heart heavy and mood grumpier than a cat dunked in water, she returns.
The Trespass
Fast forward to day three, dear readers, and here comes the plot twist that made Jane’s summer headline-worthy. She’s minding her own business when she discovers that her little sister – whom we’ll call Creepy Cam – has installed a camera in her room. Yes, you read that right. Not a misplaced Easter egg, not a hidden treasure map, but a full-blown camera capturing her every move.
Can we just take a moment here? I’d be ready for my Oscar-worthy meltdown if I were in Jane’s shoes. But our protagonist’s outrage is met not with parental justice, but the classic ‘calm down, honey’ routine. Apparently, Creepy Cam thinks this invasion is not unlike home movies. Someone call Spielberg because we’re in dire need of a script rewrite.
Hitting the Road
Jane, with the poise of a woman scorned, removes the camera and erases the footage. Kudos, darling, because if anyone’s earning brownie points here, it’s you. Left fuming, she bolts to her friends’ place, likely seeking refuge and a splash of sanity. Suffice it to say, her parents believed this was a one-night getaway. Oh, sweet summer children, how wrong you were.
Days pass, realization dawns, and Jane’s absence begins to sting. Her parents, clearly graduates of the Oblivious University, beckon her back, and cue the next big reveal: Jane’s retort is nothing short of a mic drop. She’s not coming back. Period.
The Fallout
The fallout commences, and Jane, in an explosion of rightful indignation, declares she won’t return as long as Creepy Cam is still prancing around with her directors’ cut ambitions. The ‘rents have the audacity to chastise her for, wait for it, talking about her sister like she’s the Antichrist and throwing a tantrum rather than, oh, I don’t know, addressing the actual problem.
Is it any wonder, dear readers, that Jane is seeing red? Parents should be whipping out the parental guillotine for these shenanigans, not waving Creepy Cam off with a ‘kids will be kids’ smirk.
Roger’s Final Take
Alright, let’s spill the tea. Jane, darling, you are not the asshole here. You’re Joan of Arc reincarnate. Cameras in bedrooms (unless consensually installed, which is an entirely different genre, ahem) cross not just boundaries, but continents of decency.
As for the delightfully detached parental units, shame on you for enabling this madness. Stand up, realize your older daughter’s plea for respect and privacy is as crucial as your younger one’s apparent need for a stern talking-to. Man up—or woman up, or parent up, however you wish to term it—and support your eldest’s reasonable boundaries.
So, Jane, hold your ground, elevate that chin, and bask in self-righteous glory. And to everyone else: may all your familial visits be less ‘Big Brother’ and more embrace of love and sanity. Until next time, adieu!
Original story
I’m (19f) in college and when the semester finished a couple of weeks ago I had planned to stay with some friends. But my parents told me they wanted me to come home so bad and I should spend some time with my family (them and my 15 year old sister).
So I went “home” for summer break. I didn’t really want to be there, because I feel like my parents spoil my younger sister and I find it so annoying and her attitude can be really annoying, but they’re family, you know.
It lasted three days when I found out my sister had put a camera in my room. I was SO mad and my sister told me I was being such a drama queen and there’s nothing wrong with getting some footage of me.
She tried to claim it was no different to home movies. My parents were telling me to calm down while I confronted my sister and they acted like she was a baby who didn’t get what she was doing, when she’s old enough to know so much better and she’s old enough to be taught at the very least.
I ended up deleting all the stuff I found of me on my sister’s laptop and then I went to my friends place like I had originally planned. My parents thought I was just gone for the night but I told them I wasn’t coming back again.
They gave me a few more days and when they realized I was serious they told me I need to come back home sometimes and in the heat of the anger I’m still feeling I told them I won’t go back to their house as long as my sister still lives with them. What I really should have said, and what I do feel, is that there’s no point for me to go back to them anymore when they value her way more than me and don’t seem to give a shit about me.
Because seriously, acting like it was no big deal what she did. It was so fucking gross.
My parents told me I shouldn’t talk that way about my younger sister and I’m throwing a toddlers tantrum instead of responding to all of this like an adult should.
AITA?