Context: cuz me and mickey we always fight . everyday . him and i. we 're not meant for each other . and that is why i am in here on my laptop and he is who knows where !

Question generated: Why do you and Mickey not spend time together anymore ?
OPTIONS:
- We fight all the time and prefer to be separate rather than together
- None of the above choices .
- We spend a lot of time together but get bored of each other quickly
- We see each other one weekends when we have more free time

Context: Although the last superhero movie I watched was the Fantastic Four , I did not interested in the recent movies . I believe it 's not the quality of the movie that made me refuse those offers , it 's just me . After many times refusing my friends offers , I finally tried to watch Hulk a few weeks ago . Surprisingly , the movie did not give me the same excitement that I used to have .

Question generated: What type of genre is the narrator into ?
OPTIONS:
- They love movies about friends .
- They love romance movies .
- They love horror movies .
- They love comic movies .

Context: He had tried so hard , he had done everything he could to save them , to repair all the cracks that had formed in their relationship through the years , but it still was n't enough . He thought that if they could overlook each other 's indiscretions , pardon all those not so innocent touches and smiles , that they could salvage what they had . But fight after fight , as they struggled with each other , against each other , Junsu slowly lost sight of what he was fighting for to begin with . It used to be like rainbows and daisies whenever they were together , but as time passed and as they grew , so did the distance between them .

Question generated: What may be what Junsu means when he says " rainbows and daisies " ?
OPTIONS:
- None of the above choices .
- It means that the only people who are happy are those that have a connection with flowers .
- He is using the expression to highlight that they were both very happy and content .
- It means that life is mostly negative and will never be like when people were children .

Context: He whispered something I could n't understand and held the razor blade to his arm . I saw the slightest trickle of blood and heard his sharp intake of breath . He touched his tongue to his arm then took a sip of wine . As he turned toward me , our eyes met and held .

Question generated:
What may happen after I heard his low voice ?
OPTIONS:
- He slashed his hand with the razor blade .
- None of the above choices .
- He nicked his arm with a razor blade .
- He glanced at me and checked his arm .