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Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful

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Challenges are what make life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.

- Joshua J. Marine

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I screamed, kneeling on the old, flower-patterned sofa. Facing Beni, I was trying to hit his upper arm with as much strength as I could muster.

You might wonder why I had chosen that particular part of his body.

Well, I was angry. Very angry. See-red-angry actually, so I wanted to inflict pain. Preferably a lot of pain. Still, I was not far enough gone to want to cause actual damage. (Truly, I don't really think that ordinary, everyday life could ever push me that far.)

Beni's unrepentant grin in my direction fueled the intense, temporary animosity I was feeling towards him, even more.

"You bastard!" I pulled back my fist for another hit. Unfortunately for me, Beni was quite a bit stronger than I was – just because he was a boy, is it fair? – and using his judo-trained reflexes, he easily caught it before it reached its target. Since this was already my second fist that he had caught, I was now trapped by the odious boy, who pulled me across his legs and pressed me close to his hard chest, embracing me with his arms.

No, not out of a feeling of love or tenderness, but because it was easier to keep me immobile this way!

"Oooh," he cooed, "is my little girl scared?"

Luk guffawed loudly, while Basti and Marti sniggered with amusement at his comment. Observing our exchange probably provided even more entertainment for the boys than the video, which had been playing until a moment ago.

Not that I thought that the wretched thing was any source of entertainment in any way! In fact, it was the actual reason why I felt more than a little annoyed with my so-called boyfriend. After all, it was him, who had coaxed me into watching this particular movie, telling me that it was really worth seeing and only marginally scary.

Marginally, my bad! Maybe I should get him a dictionary for his next birthday!

He knew that I was a happy ending kind of girl and I just didn't do scary.

Why would I want to watch something depressing in my spare-time, anyway? If I wanted to watch people suffer and die, all I needed to do was to turn on the news! The video, which was on hold for the time being as Beni and my little fight had apparently been too much distraction for the guys, was not only a horror movie, it was a psycho thriller!

A really intense one, at that.

One, that did not show much violence or blood; the bad stuff just kept happening in very mystical and occult ways. It made my hair stand on end and would cause sudden eruptions of icy-hot energies throughout my whole system.

Not a very pleasant feeling!

"Come on, it's just a movie!" Luk groaned, getting impatient with me.

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