The bathroom is my sanctuary and has been for years. No matter what I wanted to avoid, the bathroom has never let me down, which was one of the reasons I was so surprised when the door to the bathroom exploded open, revealing my best friend.

“BOO!” He screamed, already turning to run.

Blood pumping terror filled me with adrenaline, the overwhelming desire for revenge gave me direction. Standing up and pulling up my pants in a single motion, I took two steps out of the bathroom and jumed. Adrenaline gave me wings. I flew eight feet through the air and just as he reached the end of the hall, hit him like an avalanch, taking us both down to the floor.

“Hahaha, I got you.” He said, laughing.

That was when I remembered our game. The super-dangerous, super-dumb game of trying to scare each other. We planned our scares like teenage terrorists and both knew multiple ways of breaking into each other’s houses.

As I helped him up the only thought running through my mind was that payback was going to be a bitch.