I’m in 10th grade and I have to write these three stories about peer pressure for school. My stories are about a girl being pressured into watching a scary movie. They are all connected and each from a different person’s point of view. The first one is a 50 word story and the other two are meant to be 150 words (one is too long, the other is too short). Here they are:
Fear – point of view of a person who is being pressured
My heart is racing, I gasp for air. My whole body trembles.
I look up.
FEAR.
Red, bold, demanding, intimidating. My hands are clammy, my mouth is dry.
Surely I can’t endure this.
Did I agree?
I hear their mocking tones,see their bewildered expressions.
“Relax, it’s only a movie.”
Scaredy Cat- a friend’s point of view
Her eyes were wide with terror
“We can’t see that one”, she cried.
“Why not?” asked Jake, “are you scared?”
“I just don’t like watching horror films”.
“Come on Sarah, don’t be a wimp”, I urge.
I could see her tensing up.
“I could wait out here while you see the movie”, she suggested. “Or I could see a different movie”.
Jake made chicken noises.
“You have to see it or you’ll be a wimp forever”, I say.
“And you can forget about coming with us again”, says Jake. “We can’t have a chicken like you tagging along”.
Her eyes darted around anxiously seeking a way out.
“Fine, I’ll come”, she agreed reluctantly.
We bought our tickets and stepped into the darkness of the cinema. We stopped in front of the image of a pale decaying hand gripping a rusty dagger stained with blood- FEAR. Sarah shivered as the turned her eyes towards the picture.
“Relax, it’s only a movie”, I say.
“Easy for you to say, Rachel, you love horror movies”.
Jake glanced at his watch.
“We’d better go in now, he said.
The colour drained from Sarah’s face. She looked small and timid as the three of us walked in.
Only a Movie- the movie poster’s point of view
The girl is right to fear but a fool to agree.
Friends can be deceiving.
She didn’t want to come but she felt she must. She’ll wish she hadn’t. For the horrendous account of my tale is enough to make all three of them ill.
I call out but they don’t hear. The bloodstained dagger in my hand is their only warning. But they ignore.
If they knew what was good for them, they’d scamper away now.
But curiosity fastens them. Hand to ticket, eyes to screen.
As they say, ‘curiosity killed the cat’.
They can’t escape now, they’re already inside. Shrieks of horror and howls of panic, they have realized their mistake.
Only a movie?
It doesn’t look like it now.
Is there anything I can change or add to make the stories better? How can I reduce the second one and extend the third one?
