Get to work spreading the word. (AliHart)

There's no way you're going to school today. You just met—well, if not the god of this world, you met a god and that's good enough for you. And the powers. All that talk of balance and women's place in the world really lit a fire in you.

You are on a mission. Literally sent by god.

Feeling a bizarre rush of excitement and nervousness, you walk out the front door of your parents' house. No, it's time to call it like it is. That is your dad's house. Your mom just lives in it, and would be allowed to continue living in it for as long as she remains useful to her husband. Yes, that feels right. But really, that's for your dad to decide.

Taking a deep breath, you let it out again with a sigh. The world felt different. Exciting. It's time to get to work.

You live on a quiet street in a nice part of town. Lots of nice houses, many of whom were more than a little uptight and bitchy. It's time to change it. All of it. You walk to the neighbor's house and knock on the door.

The Halversons. They're a lively, outdoorsy type couple in their mid to late thirties, you think. Both attractive.

Mrs. Halverson answers the door in a very sharp work outfit. Sexy pencil skirt, white blouse, pumps. You're not even sure what she does, but she always seems stressed about it. She's in the process of putting on her earrings as she looks at you, annoyed. "Oh, it's you. What do you want? I have to be to work in like twenty minutes."

"Mrs. Halverson, tell me your first name." You begin, totally unwilling to have this entire conversation from behind an honorific.

More annoyed, she opens her mouth and you expect her to tell you off but instead she says simply, "My name is Jessica."

You push open the door and walk inside, closing it behind you.

"Hey, what are you doing? You can't just—"

"Shut up and sit down, Jessica." She immediately snaps her mouth shut and sits on the floor. There are no chairs in your immediate vicinity, so you assume your terse tone **** her to find a place to sit quickly. Interesting. "Is Mr. Halverson in? Answer me but otherwise don't speak to me."

She stares at you in bewildered horror. "No."

"Good. Call your office and tell them you will be late. Be calm about it. Say whatever will convince them, then hang up." The Halversons don't have any kids, so you have all the time you could want for your first true exercise of power.

Horrified, she pulls out her phone, powerless to do anything but obey.