Chapter 6.6 - June 2024 - Values

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Inges Notes:

 

 

I woke up feeling good this morning. The final exam of our 6^th semester at university, and after this we would have enough credits for a bachelor's degree. I had a good feeling for this one, I had just been doing better and better at everything. This past year has truely been the year where I feel like I have begun to master the arts of being a student and living the university life... getting good grades, going to parties and making friends, making a true long lasting friend in Samantha.. life could not be better at this point...

I could not fail, that would be impossible... I was certain of it, I had to tell myself that I was certain of it, to keep all my thoughts of being a failure at bay.. that was just not an option. This looked like such a fine day, it could not go wrong...

..and it didn't! Though I found myself in the shadows afterwards, because we were always told to use the opposite entrance after every exam, I could feel the sunlight radiating out from inside of me.. Yeah, I know that sounds strange, but that's what if felt like! I had passed, and I had a degree! A university degree! Inge Reppe, Bachelor of Arts!

Now passing the exam made me hungry, so I ran over to the coffee shop for a lunch, but well... not very surprising, there was nobody there behind the counter... How is that place still in business? The people working there are the laziest in town... I wonder why...

Instead I tried my luck ordering a curry wurst at the summer time bar above the bowling alley, and that's when it hit me again. My trusted old 'friend', miss self doubt... It shouldn't be happening, I am successful! Or maybe not yet, but.. I'm on my way to... becoming something... I have to tell myself.. but the feeling is still hard to shake off.. and I guess the bartenders t-shirt was perhaps a little triggering...

I know, it's just a band t-shirt, and there's no way she picked it this morning to mock me.. as if she knew I was going to show up right there to order food, but still.. I'm just so ridic... no! I need to stop telling myself these things, I need to snap out of it.. permanently.. if only I knew how... I'm hoping that maybe with time it will go away.. that with increasing maturity my sense of self worth will also get better.. or something like that.. I wish I was one of those people that could just enjoy the moment and taste the curry for what it is..

Well, either way... even if my taste buds aren't always tuned in to experience the true palates of life, food always helps for a while to get me out of the slumps... and set me back on course of my own self-determined mission... to improve my skills in the arts. A bachelor's degree is only the beginning, I think... the beginning of something that I hope will be great.. the beginning of something great..

Determination is key... that's one thing I have learnt from my dear Olli.. for the past year he has been pretty relentless I should say when it comes to his science, collecting samples and spending hours upon hours in the lab.. I admire him for that, and I am proud of him, but... then again, does it have to be that all consuming? Sometimes I find myself wondering if we're still a couple.. I mean, I know we are, we still sleep in the same bed.. and it seems, that's all we do...

Anyway, finally I finished my painting of the parking lot.. Looking at it, the choice of a dark violet colour palette is probably best described as bold.. It's definately going to grab peoples attention, a colour typically associated with wealth, status, power and luxury... now laid over this otherwise grey and dull parking lot, I think it gives the picture a dramatic flair.. as a symbol of where we are headed.. with our constant craving for more and more and more, we are building our own demise... I don't know if I'm hitting the mark here, but I want this picture to serve as a wake-up call to the viewer.. and if it doesn't I'll just have to try again...

There is of course a certain irony then, that to get around sometimes I still prefer my old rusty Big Lemon.. not gonna say how much it uses per mile, but it's thirsty... Well, since Olli was still at his exam, I had messaged Samantha to hang out until he finished..

It's funny how fate can bring people together.. In high school I thought that Olli was the love of my life.. and he is, I think... but I don't know.. and at the same time, I feel that me and Samantha, we are so much alike, we're like twin souls too, in a way... well, sometimes..

        Maybe she's right when she says that I'm a little to dreamy, but I have to wonder... we're all part of the same universe, and as Olli says, made of the same building blocks.. so why can't it be "written in the stars"? Surely I would have expected Samantha to know what I was talking about, but.. she says that's not excactly how it works.. apparently it's not that simple...

Then it just slips out of me, talking about the future.. whether it's gonna happen now or in a couple of years, I do hope that I will settle down with my Olli and start a family and become a full time mother, and a full time painter and writer.. I think that should be doable.. I can sense that my ideas are not for everyone, and though I don't see myself as typical 'tradwife' material, well.. if somebody wants to say that about me, they're not completely wrong either... It's just what I feel is the correct life for me, and who's there to tell me what I can and cannot do?
        I would happily support anyone that wants to spend their life in a corporate job or whatever, even though that would be a nightmare to me personally, because at the end of the day I support everybody's right to choose their own path in life... and it's not like I wouldn't be making money to support my family.. I hope.. if I can make success as an illustrious author...

 

When Oliver Freddy finally came around he was greeting Samantha first and not me, when clearly I am the... when clearly he should have greeted me first, because I'm his girlfriend and not.. Well, maybe he just had his brain to filled up with his scientific thinking to think straight.. Yeah, I get it, she's a werewolf and all, and genetically that is very fascinating, but come on...

Figures he didn't come around to talk to me after he'd gotten another invitation to a party over at Harold Assanges house. I don't get how he does it, still staying popular when all he is able to focus on is his scientific projects... I had to work hard, really hard, just to experience a fraction of his popularity, and he gets it just like that, without doing anything... I don't get it.. how can that be? But I better just smile and grin as best as I can. It certainly won't do me any good if I were to cause a scene about it... I guess certain things just comes more natural to some people..

        I could never see him painting like I do, for one, and I would probably never be able to completely wrap my head around his DNA research... so what can I do here, but to surf this wave attending the party as his accessory... like any good tradwife would do, right? Pfft... I'm not a tradwife just because I like to stay at home cooking, I just want to do what I want to do.... and a party might just be a good arena to increase my own social standing and prove that I am perfectly capable of standing on my own two feet, because I am...

..and I wanted to keep it that way, so I decided to act sensibly at this party. If others wanted to reduce their ability to stand upright.. well, who was I to stand in their way? People live the life they want to live, and there would always be someone to facilitate their, in my opinion, poor decision making.. and if, at the end of the day, they should end up liking me better for helping them... I think that's a win-win situation... and besides, it's not like I haven't been there myself...

Samantha followed the same line of thought, of behaving responsibly and not letting the juice get the better of her, but she always did that anyway. Drinking poison is not a very werewolf thing to do – why contimate what nature has given you? In werewolf logic, that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't really seem like a bad logic at all... sure enough, it can be fun then and there, but is it worth it if the conseqences are a ruined body, mind and family...? 

        I don't really think so... I know all to well what it's like to get yourself ready to go to school all on your own with a mom sleeping on the couch stinking down everything with her alcohol breath... There isn't a toothpaste in the world capable of dealing with that, I'm sure... I would never do that to my family...

 

No, we all took it pretty chill at this party... Shortly before we left Samantha ended up in a heated argument with this weirdo in the kitchen after he had done an inkblot test on her to reveal her interest in fishing (that was pretty much everything she saw in the ink).....

...but it was his fault for berating her for not smiling enough or something like that.. which is such a weird thing to say out of the blue... Must be the juice talking... We all figured by then it was time to call it a night...

..before the situation escalated.. which would likely not have ended well for him... you don't want to mess with a werewolf...

 

Isn't it wonderful to have such friends? Well, I have to say, indeed it is.. but unfortunately at the end of the night Oliver Freddy didn't seem to be in the mood, and I was getting tired too, so I just walked upstairs and went to bed... alone...

Good night...

Oliver Freddys notes:

Inge had to hurry on and run as her exam was scheduled for the first slot this morning. Mine wasn't until way later in the day, so I had plenty of time to take it slow and relaxing. Making sure to feed Ansgar II so he didn't suffer the same fate as Ansgar I, then taking my time to care for the plants in my little garden.

Plants, fish, and all living creatures, we all have something in common and it is a dream of mine to uncover and unravel the secrets; to make it no longer a secret. To find what we all share, and to combine it into a new and better creature. I know it has to be possible. It's not an insane idea like my professors seem to think. I know, if I just keep working at it, I can prove them all wrong. This is the art of science. Imagine that.

After harvesting what my little garden could produced, naturally I would plant the seeds to expand my garden. One can never have to many, uh, test subjects. But don't get me wrong, I have the deepest respect for any plant or animal in my care, every living thing, and I will not subject them to harm. Atleast not any unnecessary harm. It will all be done in the name of science, for the greater good and the advancement and increased understanding of this world that we all share.

Now as it stands, none of my plants are mature and ready enough for me to sample their DNA, but I knew there were some on the side of that coffee shop. Its none of my business what use those plants have to them, but they are there and ready to be sampled, so of course, I will take advantage of that and use them for the benefit of my research. Those plants appear healthy, I just hope that those coffee shop jugheads will take good care of them. Nothing would pain me more than to watch a plant suffer unnecessarily, or worse, wither away and die.

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After having successfully extracted a sample I was approached by this horse. The horse, like myself, was clearly curious and I cannot blame it – however, as I assume is the case for most wild horses, it did not come with a friendly demeanor. It clearly marked its skepticism towards me, so I found it best to walk slowly away from it to observe it from a distance.

What a beutiful and fascinating specimen. So majestic, so elegant, in both posture and movement. I would need to exercise the task of befriending this enchanting creature to learn more about its nature and, of course, for it to allow me to take a sample of its DNA.

As I followed this wonder of the world I ran past a mother and her foal on the way. The mothers tail even beautifully braided – something which they could not have done themselves. Were these really wild horses? Clearly, the mother atleast, had to be accustomed to a certain degree of human contact, but seeing as I already had another horse in my sights, and the fact that she was with a foal, I found it best to leave them alone for now. I wouldn't want to risk getting in conflict with a mother whom I can only assume will do whatever it takes to protect her offspring. I could only jog past them in admiration – a mother is among the most precious inventions our world has to offer. There is no doubt about it.

As I stopped on the corner to gaze at my newfound brown equine friend, it became apparent what it was running towards. I could only conclude there was love in the air with the way he turned around to stand eye to eye and nozzle to nozzle with a very attractive (in the most scientific sense, mind you) dark brown horse with white spots. I have clearly struck gold here, if I can with time befriend them both. A sample of both of their DNA – I believe – will be next to invaluable. I had nothing to lose here, there was only one thing to do – to be brave and give it a shot.

I didn't have much experience with befriending the equine, but using what I have read I thought it best to do a slow and gentle approach free of sudden movements and loud noises so as to not create distress and upsetting emotions in my target. And lo and behold, my strategy worked and I was finally able to pet it. Mission accomplished, or atleast the first step of the mission.

I could have spent all day strenghtening the bond with the horses, but all that would be worthless if I do not have it on paper that I have completed and passed all my exams. So as it was, I had to leave the horses behind hoping to see them again soon enough.

Naturally I passed my exam, as I have with every exam before this one, and now it remains to be seen if I will get the grade I am hoping for – I don't want to have to come home for the holidays with a result that will disappoint my dear mother. I know how hard she has worked to put me here, so I cannot do that.

 

Upon collecting my phone after handing in the exam papers I noticed a message from Inge that she was hanging out at the bowling alley with Samantha, so I went over there to join them. However, they seemed all to be preoccupied with a game of foosball and from my judgement there was no more room for an additional player at their table.

There are many things in this world that can seek to inspire an individual, and for me one of those things is my girlfriend Inge. Me and her, we are in many ways very different, and I am not going to pretend that we haven't had our discussions in regards to our contrasting properties, the most distinct one perhaps being my interest in the tangible, the sciences and her leaning towards the more intangible, the arts.                     Regardless, my point here is that it might be of benefit for me to even practice the arts, to lift myself off of the rigid constraints of science and just, well, be creative. And here's to hoping that she will notice my efforts and be, perhaps, a little bit impressed by them... even though I can never be a true artist like she can, the very least I can do is to give it an attempt.

In that moment when I walked through the door in order to advertise my efforts to my chosen, my inamorata, I experienced an interruptus in the form of a phone call from one of my many acquaintances Harold Assange, informing me that he was hosting a juice keg gathering this evening in order to celebrate our successful performances on this semesters final examinations. I would be a fool to turn it down, I suppose, so I informed him that I would show up at his residence and queried him if it was acceptable to bring Inge and Samantha along, which, of course, it was.

Alas I missed out on the opportunity to boast about my journey into the world of artistry, but no use crying over spilt milk – I could always reveal it to her at a later time, or make new attempts, most likely with a slightly increased level of skill. And for old times sake, I have not forgotten my old ways of pranking.... not sure whose room I snuck into and whose laptop I messed around with, but it's all in good fun. Even a scientist, or perhaps especially a scientist, will benefit from letting loose every once in a while...

That being said... it had been a long day already, and I was exhausted. I am well aware that it is bad form to go to sleep at a social gathering, but from my judgement everyone for the most part was quite enjoying themselves and well on their way into the alternate reality that the contents of the juice keg upstairs would provide for them, so I concluded that me napping for a while on a couch in the basement was likely to go by unnoticed. In case it didn't, I could always pretend I fell asleep due to consumption myself.

It was unbeknownst to me what had occured during my slumber, but it was not difficult to notice a certain tension in the vehicle on our way back to the dorm. I could only assume that someone, in their inebriated state, had let their mouth run to come with an offensive remark to Samantha. I also concluded it would be best for my own safety to not make an inquiry into it and let them go to sleep.

The nap I had earlier had definately done me well, and I was not ready to rest just yet. Maybe ridiculous, but I enjoyed myself having a little dance party by myself in the hallway – with the music on a reasonable volume so as to not disturb anyones beauty sleep.

Then, before I was about to join them in their journey through dreamland I noticed the latest decorative addition to the walls of our dorm. A parking lot doused in purple – an interesting choice of motive and a bold choice of colour. Its perspective is some kind of semi-birds view I suppose, well, pardon my lack of knowledge with artistic terms. I count six cars lined up on a parking lot, and a lamp post front and center as well as an additional lamp post in the back, which has been cut off.
                There has to be some symbolism here that I am not catching on to. Fascinating. I cannot help but to wonder what this has to mean. My best, and in this field, uneducated, guess is that the cars represent vessels, perhaps for the human soul, but now they are parked facing each other. Could be about a conflict, even, one that appears to have no solution.. like a face off that has come to a stand still. I really don't know. I'm going to have to ask Inge about this in the morning. I also do not understand why she chose to paint it all in this purple-pink colour... this is above my head, that is for sure.

Good night.

 

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Other happenings:

Karoliiná Onébegajávrre and Kyle Heilman is now in a relationship.

Alexander Grey (one of Samanthas brothers) has moved in with Candy Mullis.

Samantha Grey was seen flirting with and kissing this guy after her exam. I didn't take note of his name, but will try to remember to do so if he appears again.

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Chapter 6.5 - May 2024 - Wolf Lake Whereabouts

Inge didn't really have that many options if they were to stay at this dorm. She had to ask one of their other dorm mates to switch places with Samantha and move to the sorority. If she were to choose freely, she would have chosen to get rid of the biggest slob in their dorm – Omar – but there was no way the sorority would accept him.. for obvious reasons.. so her only choices were the only two women at their dorm, Liz Taylor and Ayana Yuki.. 

 

Though Ayana had lived at their dorm since Inge and Oliver Freddy first moved in, they had never hanged out much together and so were still merely acquaintances to each other. Still, Inge had a good impression of Ayana as she was one of the few people there who actually cleaned up after herself, so she didn't really want to ask her to move... but her wish to help Samantha get away from Hannah weighed in heavier so there wasn't much to do but take a deep breath and bring up the topic..

 

Inge didn't want to lie to Ayana, so she figured her best strategy would be honesty and say it as it is, besides, pretty much everyone on campus who had heard the name Hannah Germanotta knew what a monster she could sometimes be.. not a strong selling point to convince Ayana, but it was the truth. Inge had no reason to hide why she was asking – to make sure that Samantha stayed in a place that was more likely to accept her for she was..

 

Ayana knew that Hannah wasn't the kind to change – once she had decided she didn't like someone, that was it. A common interest in arts wasn't nearly enough and wouldn't change anything – Samantha and Hannah would never become friends with how things had turned out.

 

"Look, I know Hannah can be a a little abonimable on occasion .. but you don't need to worry. I can handle her.. She's not the sharpest tool, people like that usually aren't... and I don't have a degree in communaction for nothing... I think I know what buttons to push should she try to start something. After all, I have dealt with her kind before..."

"..besides, I might not even stay that long if this job application to the Lake Post comes through... so in the meantime, sure, I can do you both this favour.."

Inges notes:

I couldn't believe it! I wasn't really expecting her to... I definately owe her one for this. I really hope she gets that job.. if only there was something I could do to help her get it. She deserves it, that's definite. Unfortunately I don't know anyone working at the newspaper or have any contacts that are journalists here in town... unless she would.. unless she would come with us to Sunset Valley...

Well, I'm thinking ahead, and perhaps a little to far... I'm sure she'll land this job. Now its time for me to act while the iron is still hot.. I told her I owe her one for this, before I had to head out of there to make the necessary arrangements with the university administration...

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Oliver Freddys morning had started much earlier than Inges, as he had gotten up to tend to his little garden – which he now didn't have to leave behind thanks to his girlfriend and the deal she just made with Ayana.

 

He was still in the dark about this deal as he was already at his lecture by the time it was being made – focused on relearning everything he knew about the human anatomy to pass his exams this semester.. so that he could one day combine his knowledge of plants... and humans.. to become one..

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Inge was satisfied with her most recent achievement – getting Samantha out of the sorority and away from Hannah – and already felt she had accomplished a lot today already, but there was still a textbook to study and exams to prepare for... but alteast she could get it done feeling at ease out in the calm gentle spring sun...

..before heading over to the parking lot to place some more brush strokes on her painting as a protest against the dull, the grey, the dirty and the fossilized elements of the world, destroying everything that is green, pleasant and peaceful...

 

At the sorority Samantha had just received the message that Inges deal had come through, and was now walking the rounds to say goodbye to the other girls.. not everyone was happy with this...

...in spite of Samanthas promises that they would all (minus Hannah) still remain friends and see each other around on campus.... It was a sisterhood after all, and as freshmen way back then they had all made a vow to each other...was she going to break it now?

 

..how dared she!? After all this time, was she going to betray them for that loser and her nerdy weird boyfriend!? Out!!

Well.... she was definately getting out now... no turning back to this..

She would be getting out of there now as fast as she could, after she had given her replacement the proper introduction and a tour around the house and showing her where her new bed would now be.. no regrets, time to leave..

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In the meantime Inge had attended another lecture in drawing outside by the fountain, before heading back to the dorm to watch her favourite cooking show alongside Oliver Freddy, who yet again had his nose down in one of his science books..

Just minutes later Samantha had arrived outside the De Anda Hall to walk in through the back door from the parking space to join Inge in watching another episode of her favourite cooking show..

 

Not necessarily Samanthas favourite show or activity, she would rather go fishing again, like they did last summer, and she said she knows just the place..

 

..now that they live under the same roof, they are as close to family as they could get, so she may as well just take her there...

Inge wouldn't mind going there, all three of them – to wherever it is – to try their luck and catch a few fish..

..but before she can show them the way, Samantha has to make sure of one thing... is Inge absolutely positive that she's going to marry Oliver Freddy to build a family with him once they've graduated? Because if not, he can't tag along... it's a place for trusted family only...

    "Do we both study art?" Inge asked rhetorically. "Of course I will.. that has been the plan since before we got here.. It was his idea for us to go to university in the first place. If it wasn't for that we might have been a small family already... but I'm really grateful for being here, it has been a blast so far and.."

 

    "Alright, then lets go" Samantha interrupted and lept up from the couch before Inge got to finish. "We'll take your car, but I'll be giving the directions, so hurry up!"

With Samantha as the backseat driver they were guided out towards the edges of the town, and then up towards the mountains...

 

"Just take a left before that old water tower and then keep going..."

    "This is it. Just stop right there ahead of that taxi..." Samantha said, still giving directions.
"Why?" Oliver Freddy asked a little nervously. "What is that taxi doing there, out in the middle of nowhere? Where are you taking us to?"

    "Relax.." Samantha said as Inge pulled the car over to the side of the road right in front of the taxi "It's just some family from out of town. They'll be leaving soon and we'll get the spot to ourselves."
"Your family?" Oliver Freddy asked again.

"Yes.." Samantha said. "Something like that."

"Our spot is just up the hill there to our right. Now that I'm with you, you can't miss it. Just make another right turn once your up top by the trees."

 

Inges notes:

For some reason Samantha let us run ahead up the hill. Just as I had come high enough to see the small lake ahead of me, I stopped to feel the rain and ponder if it would be good or bad for fishing – or if the rain having an impact on the fish was just a myth. It was raining pretty heavily so if it did mean something for the fishing, we should notice it soon enough. I thougt then and there that it had to be good for fishing. I mean, why else would Samantha take us up here on a day like this?

There was only one thing to do. Put on some warm, dry clothing and get the rod out.. and just hope that this rainstorm also didn't come with thunder and lightning... However, Samantha seemed to have another idea. so I guess fishing in the rain is not a good idea after all?

"Guys.. it's raining to hard to have any luck catching fish today" she said as she ran off. "It's gonna stir up the mud and prevent the fish from biting. Unless you want to dive in and catch them old school, follow me, I got a better idea..."

I was confused.. "Hey... where are you going?" I shouted after her as she disappeared into some shrubs. "You want us to follow you in there?"

 

"You'll see", she said from inside the shrubs. "There's a ladder here. Just follow me."

"A ladder...? In there...? Why... and where does it go...?" I asked, wondering if this was some kind of trick, or what it was..

"This place is secret, that's why." I heard her say from somewhere below me.

"Is there really a ladder here? Where did you go?" I called back to her.
"I've gone down the ladder." she replied from down below. "Just feel your way, you'll find it."

"Ok... I've found it... I think....but where does it lead to? What is down here...?" I asked, while grabbing on to what felt like it could be a wooden ladder, before slowly extending my right foot to feel for something to put it on..

    "Oh... not much, just a little.. family hideout let's say... I can see your foot, just a little lower and you'll find the step.." she called back to me from her hideout. "See, there you go.." she said as my foot landed on a step. "Now it's just like a regular ladder all the way down..."

 

    "Alright..." I said nervously while gently lowering my left foot hoping to reach another step. I would eventually get the hang of it – luckily this was one of those ladders with an even distance between the steps.. and I know I should have trusted Samantha more than I did, but she was acting so mysterious about it.. it's always a little unnerving to be led into the unknown..

 

She didn't even have time to wait for me at the bottom of the ladder.. and I know found myself in this room with stone walls, floor and ceiling, almost like some kind of.. tomb or whatever this is supposed to be..
    The room I now found myself in was only lit up by two torches on either side of a door on the wall farthest away from me. For some reason on either side of the door were two big rocks.. If I didn't know any better I would almost have thought that the rocks were delibaretly placed there to guard the door and whatever was behind it.. but rocks are just rocks... dead and immobile objects that can't guard anything.. unless they were arranged in a way to create a trap.. but this didn't look like a trap.. I hoped...

    "Samantha...? What is this..?" I tried to call for her, assuming she had just gone through that door.. because where else could she have gone? There was no other way to move forward..

    "This isn't funny..." I said, realizing just how much I sounded like a character from a movie that was either going to walk directly into some kind of trap... or a surprise birthday party or something.. except today wasn't my birthday and I can not imagine that Samantha would set up a trap for me.. and I thought we were supposed to go fishing...

Maybe this was a test of some kind... well, I couldn't look like a coward so.. I slowly walked my way up to that door and tried the handle to carefully open it...

..only to find another dungeon like room, kind of sparsely furnished with a dining table and four dining chairs, some old couch,, a coffe table, a bookshelf and a refrigerator, meaning that this place must have some electrical wiring. Not what I expected, but then again.. I didn't really know what to expect..

 

"Welcome, have a seat" Samantha said while sitting on one of the dining chairs and turning a page in the book she was reading. "This is our little.. place. I thought I could show it to you know that we've become family.. this little cave is a little hangout in case of bad weather, that's all" she said without lifting her eyes from the book "It's also a perfect place to retreat to study, quiet and peaceful. I have always gone here to study for my exams when things got to noisy in the dormitory..."

 

    "Yeah, I can see that....this place could certainly be useful. It looks.. cosy.." I replied, doing my best to sound like I meant what I said.. I didn't want to say anything upsetting. It was different, charming maybe, but I wouldn't call it cosy.. not to much, but I understood so much that this was a place that felt important to Samantha, and I was appreciative of her showing it to me, to us..

    "Well, I don't know if I'd call it cosy... but it is practical, you know." she said "It has been so for a few generations.. like a den that are close to good fishing and huntig grounds, atleast that's how it used to be.. Nowadays you can sort of think of it as a... cabin, or just a place to retreat to get some peace it and quiet.."

 

    "I see.. we don't have a cabin, but I think it's kind of like how my parents decided to move to Sunset Valley from the city.. to live a more relaxed life, like 'medicine for the soul' as my father called it.." I said, knowing that there were a few more reasons for us moving, such as mom needing a change of environment to cope with her addiction, and me.. having exhausted every opportunity to fit in and not be an outcast at any of the nearby schools in the city.. I could definately understand the need for a safe and quiet retreat for when things got rough..

 

It couldn't have been better.. the three of us now agreeing to form our own little study group down here in this little hideout. All of us a little weird in our own ways... we spent the entire afternoon and evening there studying for our exams, in complete silence (ignoring the low hum from the refrigerator) only on occasion interrupted by pages being turned and the low rumble of some distant thunder from outside...

 

..until it became to hard to focus on reading due to a different kind of rumble. I didn't want to raid the refrigerator there, I didn't even know what was in it, so I suggested to Samantha that we should head back to our dorm and order some take away, maybe some chicken or pizza or something..

We hadn't done any fishing and there was no oven down here.. and the weather outside wasn't excactly barbecue weather.. and this place didn't look like it had a bedroom, even though Samantha had sort of referred to it as a cabin, so we couldn't spend the night here either.. and even if we could, I don't know if I would have.. yet..

 

Luckily everyone agreed and thought my suggestion was a good idea.. they must have been as starving as I was, if not more.. so it was back past the guardian stones as they had now become in my mind, up the ladder, through brambles and down the hill to my car who was still parked along the side of the road to drive back home to our dorm now, all three of us...

Oh, we were definately hungry... and yes, the obvious idiom did spring to mind, but even if nobody else but me will read this... I don't want to use it, not here in this setting.. so, either way, pizza it was..

 

..and we need not worry about anything. There would always be plenty of opportunities later to spend a nice day outside fishing, as Samantha said... the lake, the fish and the secret refuge, none of them were going anywhere...

...good night. ;) 

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