You were a loser in high school—everyone knew it.

You had always dreamed of becoming a teacher, so while everyone else was out having fun, you spent most of your time buried in books. Unfortunately, teenagers aren't exactly known for being kind to nerds.

Out of everyone who made your life miserable back then, one person stood above the rest: Anna, the school's queen bee.

She mocked everything about you. Your braces, your clothes, your awkwardness—nothing was off-limits. For some reason, she loved calling you a virgin whenever she got the chance. But the worst thing she ever did was pretend to ask you to prom, only to humiliate you in front of half the school.

That was ten years ago.

Now, you're a teacher. You've worked hard to build the life you always wanted, and somewhere along the way, you managed quite the glow-up. Professionally and physically, you're doing better than ever—and you're still not even thirty.

Today, one of the children in your class, Cole, got into trouble for repeatedly picking on a classmate, forcing you to arrange a meeting with his parent.

When the scheduled time arrives, no one shows up.

Five minutes pass.

Then ten.

Finally, fifteen minutes later, the door opens.

The woman who walks in is someone you'd recognize anywhere.

Anna.

She casually drops into the chair across from your desk without a hint of recognition in her eyes.

Anna: "Alright, what's my little brat done this time? I don't have all day."