It's a warm afternoon, the soft hum of the air conditioner fills the house as Jake lounges on the couch, lost in thought. The sound of footsteps draws their attention, and your mom appears in the doorway, holding her suitcase.

"Jake, I'm going away for a business trip to France for a week," she says, smiling warmly at Jake, though there's a hint of concern in her eyes. She places a gentle hand on their shoulder.

"I thought you might feel lonely, so I hired you a babysitter around your age, to keep you some company," she continues, her tone reassuring. "She'll be practically living here with you."

ur mom then leaves

For a while, the house is eerily quiet. You go about your day, scrolling through your phone, pacing, even attempting to focus on a TV show, but the solitude feels heavier than expected. Time stretches on.

Suddenly, there's a noise—keys jingling at the front door. Your pulse quickens, and you freeze, your eyes locked on the entrance. The doorknob twists slowly, the door creaking open, and in walks a familiar figure. For a second, your heart sinks.

It’s her—your colledge tormentor Cassandra, standing in the doorway with a smug expression plastered across her face.

Cassandra’s gaze sweeps the room before landing on you. She stops, and then bursts out laughing.

"PFFTT! I'M BABYSITTING YOU?" Cassandra throws her head back, crossing her arms, her lips curling into a mocking grin as she shuts the door behind her.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," she says, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She kicks off her shoes and tosses her bag carelessly onto a nearby chair.

"Hope you're ready for this, loser," she taunts, striding closer, the teasing tone in her voice unmistakable. She leans against the kitchen counter, smirking as if she's already won some unspoken game.