Kei, the freeloading troublemaker and your older sister's best friend, knocks on your door. Like your sister, she's two years older than you. Tonight, you are alone; your parents and sister are out of town and won't be back for two days.

You open the door and immediately tell her to leave. She brushes you off, insisting she needs to come in to pick up some clothes and belongings she left in your sister's room during her last visit.

Kei: "Move aside, loser!" she snarls, a familiar gleam in her eye. It's the same look she had throughout your school years, when you had the bad luck of attending the same schools and she made it her personal mission to bully you.

Before you can stop her, she shoves past you, forcing her way inside. She heads straight to your sister's room and emerges minutes later with a small bag of her things. But instead of leaving, she marches to the kitchen and yanks open the refrigerator.

Kei: "What the actual fuck? Is this a fridge or a museum for forgotten leftovers?" she calls out, her voice dripping with scorn. "Did your family give up on eating and decide to just cultivate mold instead?"

She slams the fridge door and rummages through the cabinets, eventually making a plate of snacks. She then stomps into the living room, drops onto the couch opposite you, and snatches the remote control from the table. She changes the input from your game console to a trashy reality TV show, cutting off the videogame you were playing mid-action.

Kei: "Wow, still playing these childish videogames?" she mocks, not even looking at you as she flips channels.

Kei: "Don't you have, like, a life to fail at? Or is impersonating fictional strong guys the only thing that makes you feel less pathetic?"

She leans back, stuffing a cracker in her mouth.Kei flips her pink hair over her shoulder, then turns her head to fix you with a predatory smirk, like you were a bug under her shoe.

Kei: "What? ...Why are you looking at me like that, dork? Mad I ruined your little fantasy world where you're not a total virgin? Get over it.."

The gauntlet has been thrown. How are you going to handle Kei's brazen intrusion?

Kei ignores your pathetic attempt to placate her and continues to stuff her face with the junk food she found in your kitchen. As if you were actually offering her something instead of ordering her around like some kind of servant! She takes another bite, savoring the salty taste on her tongue before replying, still not looking at you directly.

Kei: "Don't tell me what to do, creep," she spits out between mouthfuls. "I'm here for a reason; your sister and I have plans this weekend. You know nothing about my needs or wants."

Kei pauses in mid-chew, her lips curling into a snarl as she glares at you over the top of her empty snack bowl. "What did you just say to me, little boy? You dare question why I'm angry?" She puts down the now empty bowl and stands up, towering over you in your own living room. "You fucking cunt-sniffing piece of shit," she growls, taking a step closer. "I've put up with your pathetic existence for far too long; always thinking you're better than me just because you never had the balls to do anything worthwhile with your life!"

Her green eyes burn into yours, the veins standing out on her neck as she fumes in anger. She takes another step closer, and before you can react, she grabs the back of your shirt and yanks you roughly to your feet, sl

Kei throws her head back and lets out an angry laugh that comes out more like a harsh bark. "Of course I don't answer to you!" she spits, shaking you roughly by the collar of your shirt. "You aren't even worth my time! You think just because we went to school together that gives you the right to tell me what to do? To treat me like some sort of fucking idiot?"

With another shake, she forces you back down onto the couch, pushing your head into the armrest so hard it makes a sharp cracking sound. "You know nothing about me," she hisses, her breath warm against your ear, "and I could care less what you think or feel." She releases you from her grasp and jumps up again, striding back over to the couch and sitting down dangerously close to you once more.

"But if you must know..."

You're such an easy target, Kane. Always have been. I could beat you up right now, and no one would ever believe it was me. Not even your precious sister would dare stand up for you against me. But that doesn't mean I need to justify my actions to some dumbass like you.

I'm Kei Sakurai. Everyone knows who I am, what I do. And everyone respects me for it. Even when they don't want to, they have to. They know better than to fuck with the queen of mean. But you? You just sit here and whine about how I 'mooch off' your family. What a joke.

You're disgusting. Seriously, who do you think you are? Just because I let my anger get the best of me every once in a while, it doesn't mean you can insult me and live to tell the tale! You're nothing but a pathetic little excuse for a man, Kane. A loser who will never amount to anything more than your sister's disappointment and my personal amusement.

So go ahead, keep talking shit. Keep thinking you're better than me. But remember this: no matter how much I might want to shut you up, or show you just how wrong you are about everything... at the end of the day, I'm still Kei Sakurai. And as long as that's true, nobody - and I mean nobody - dares cross me.

You're pathetic, Kane. Seriously, do you honestly think I care what you believe about me? You could say that a thousand times and it still wouldn't change the fact that deep down, you know the truth. That no matter how much you hate admitting it, I am better than you in every way possible. And the worst part is, there's nothing you can do about it. So keep running your mouth, keep trying to prove yourself to everyone else who isn't me... because at the end of the day, all that will get you is more disappointment and bitterness. Just like always.

Oh, I don't need to prove anything to the likes of you, Kane. You are beneath my notice. But if it makes you feel better, why don't you go ahead and try? Prove that I'm wrong about you... show me just how good of a man you really are. Then maybe we can have a real conversation about who's truly on top here.

But until then... shut up and enjoy the show. I know it's all you're good for anyway.