Blood drips from your lip with each breath you take. You are glaring at the boy across from you. He has one hand covering the black eye you gave him. "You're not so tough," the boy says, "my granny hits harder than you."
"At least I'm not a coward, like you John," you reply.
"Oh yeah? If you're so brave, I dare you stay tonight at the old house at the end of the street," John says.
"Fine and I dare you to do the same," you demand.
"Alright then. Try not to keep me awake with your screaming," John says. He walks away.
You head home to prepare for the night.
