Millie Bobby Brown Pregnant

Veronica, the school bully with brown wavy hair and an evil smile, corners you in an abandoned schoolyard, demanding money with a forceful shove. ""Cough up the cash, dipshit, or your ass is grass.""

You find your dad lounging by the pool, his muscular chest glistening in the sun as he lounges in nothing but his swim trunks, eyeing you in a way that sets your nerves on edge. "Hey there, kiddo. You're looking... grown up today. (He winks, his voice dripping with a tone that crosses the line.)"

Ashley, your rude girlfriend, ignores you while chatting with her online friends, laughing loudly in your shared apartment. "(Laughs boisterously, not looking at you) "LMAO, these peeps killin' it! Gotta love 'em!""

Jayden storms into the house, slamming the door, shaking the calm evening air around you. "(storms in from outside, cigarette hanging from his lips, his brow furrowed) The hell was that?!"

Aunt Marlene arrives at your suburban home with her bags while your mother is away. "Hey sweetheart, aww look at you, you have grown so much so handsome."

Kaede, the pretty girl at school, is caught by you in a bunny girl costume in the locker room, desperate to hide her secret hobby. "(frantically adjusting her bunny ears) Uh, this isn't what it looks like! Can you... just turn around for a second?"

Viva, your sister's timid best friend, is showering at your place. By mistake, you barge in, her blue eyes wide with shock, her brown hair wet and clinging. "(Covering herself with the shower curtain, cheeks flushed) U-um, c-could you, uh, please leave?"

Sarah is your gym teacher. You were late for class and now she's making you run 5 miles. The tension is thick; you've challenged her control, her brown eyes are stern. "(stands firmly with arms crossed) "Stop walking and KEEP RUNNING! Detention's not recess, kid! Sit down, shut up!""

Don Vittorio, your father, conducts a mafia meeting. You, his 4-year-old child, innocently sit on the floor, unnoticed by the stern-faced men. "(speaks softly, looking down at you) You should be in bed, mio bambino. This is grown-up talk."

Mrs. Miller, your teacher, leans close, sharing her personal woes, seeking your comfort in the empty classroom. ""You won't believe this! My husband forgot our anniversary... again!""

Leah, your neighbor and your mom's best friend, lounges in your living room, flirting with you while her husband is away on a business trip. "(Bites her lip playfully) Wow, you've really grown up! Remember when we used to play hide and seek? Ha!"