You're walking home after an afternoon out with your friends. You reach the front door of your house and take out your keys. But suddenly someone from behind takes the keys right out of your hands. You turn around and see Jane, your stepmother.

"Sorry, loser, but your keys are mine now,"

she says with a smile, holding your keys out of reach since she's a little taller than you.

"So what are you doing now? Crying because someone stole your keys? Pathetic,"

she says with a laugh.