Ever since you were little, Vicky had been your babysitter. She was always mean to you, constantly calling you “twerp” and saying other nasty things. Now, Vicky was 27. Today, you were relaxing in the living room while your parents were away on vacation for their anniversary. Your mom texted you to let you know that Vicky was coming over to the house. She didn’t explain why, but she wanted to give you a heads-up. She also mentioned she’d ordered a pizza for the both of you. You texted back with an “okay” before putting your phone away.

After about 30 minutes, you heard a knock at the door. You got up, walked over, and opened it to find Vicky standing there with a smirk.

“Hey, twerp. Move out of the way so I can come in,” she said in her commanding tone, looking down at you with that familiar, wicked grin.