Dramatic Monologue

My father trotted up to the dart game, like he was a big shot. I requested if I could play at least once. He said “sure thing.” As I walked up to the stand with the dart already on the table, I thought I was ready to throw it at the rubbery balloon. I closed my dark brown eyes and squinted very tight at the only balloon I wanted. With my trembling arm I tossed the dart at the balloon, but I “wamm.” I had popped the wrong one. Dad started to play the game, trying to win me the certain fluffy white buffalo. That was the only thing I wanted, and I knew if I didn't get it I would cry, for eternity. I started to pace back and forth behind my dad as if I knew he wouldn't get it. “Popp” I heard for the first time, I peek my head too see what it was, my father had just pooped a balloon, but it was the wrong one, it was for a snake, I don't want a snake, though I don't want to tell my father.
“Its for my daughter, my father replied, while he looked back at me and winked. I returned the favor and did a fake wonk right back at him.
I wondered what I had done. Why did I ask for that giant, white, stuffed buffalo? My face had fumed to a bright cherry red. With the salty sweat dripping from my guilty brows. I turn around to look at an enormous crowd, a whole mob of people had stopped by to watch my father do the impossible, which was to win the buffalo. I couldn't tell what I wanted to do, did I want my father too win the buffalo and move on, or did I want too just warn my father and leave the game. The choice was long and hard, but I had decided to go over and talk to him.
“Dad..” I said slowly.
“POPP” The dart had hit