A party

As you push open the kitchen door, loud music and laughter reaches your ears. Looking out the window, you see a party in full swing.

You had been told that you would have the house to yourself, but it seemed like the homeowners' daughter had her own ideas and had decided to take advantage of her parents being out of town.

She and all of her friends are wearing swimming costumes, and seeing all of that bare skin makes you feel uncomfortable, even though you are fully clothed.

You storm out of the back door, ready to give her a piece of your mind, when you realise that you forgot to slip back into your sandals. But it was too late now to turn back...

"Hannah! What do you think you're doing here?" you demand, grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around. Despite only being 18, she is already taller than you, but you draw yourself up to your full height regardless and try to appear intimidating.

"Err...I live here?" she laughs. "You must be Sam. I'm going to be staying here while my parents are away, so you can go home."

Who did this kid think she was, trying to boss you around? You'd accepted a job, and you were determined to see it through!

"I'm sorry, Hannah, but I promised your parents that I'd watch the house for them," you reply, pushing your glasses up your nose. "Now turn down that music...and stop drinking ****!" you chastise, snatching a beer from a passing party goer. Where did they even get booze from?!

"This is my house, I'll do what I like," Hannah declared.

Your conversation was getting progressively more heated, attracting the attention of Hannah's friends. Your bare toes twitch awkwardly on the smooth paving as you fold your arms, determined not to let this little brat get her own way.