“Okay, everyone,” Sunday began in her typically dramatic tone. “Today’s challenge is simple. I’ll read out a scenario, and you have to scream how you’d react. But don’t think you can half-scream your way through this. It needs to be believable!”

Jake rolled his eyes. “Believable? You just want to laugh at me screaming like an idiot.”

“Exactly,” Demitra said

Sunday smirked and read the first scenario. “Eliana, how would you scream if you were skydiving and realized your parachute wouldn’t open?”

Eliana gasped dramatically before letting out a long, high-pitched scream that echoed through the living room. The others burst out laughing.

“Your turn, little bro,” Sunday said, flipping the page. “How would you scream if you found a tarantula in your bed?”

Jake groaned but stood up to deliver his performance. He let out an exaggerated, blood-curdling scream before leaping onto the couch as if the spider were chasing him. Demitra was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink. “That was awful, Jake! You sound like a dying cat!”

“You’re next, Demitra,” Eliana said with a mischievous grin. “How would you scream if your iced coffee fell out of your hand?”

Demitra didn’t even hesitate. She gasped loudly, clutching her drink as if it were a precious artifact, then screamed in pure despair. “Nooooooo!” she wailed, cradling her cup for dramatic effect.

“10 out of 10,” Sunday said, clapping. “Pure dedication.”