Tuesday, July 9, 2013
642 Things to Write About: Peer Pressure
"You are a teenager. Your friend asks you to meet him at a culvert everyone knows isn't very safe. How do you get out of the house? What happens when you get there?"
The latch on Ali's bedroom window always stuck. She loosened her grip, stepped back, and second guessed herself. Her phone buzzed. Ali jumped at the sound. She turned to her nightstand and leaned towards her cell, "r u on ur way? - Logan." She grabbed the phone, shoved it into the back pocket of her jean shorts, and stood in front of the window. Ali drew in a deep breath before she wrenched the window open. Sneaking out created a guilt and freedom cocktail in her stomach and it wasn't sitting well. Her phone buzzed again. Ali rolled her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. She pulled her phone from her pocket and moved deeper into the night, forgetting to close the window behind her.
The culvert was less than a mile away, but it was in a bad part of town. Ali glanced in all directions every few minutes until she reached the dark alley where Logan was waiting. The glow from his phone illuminated his pale face. Ali stumbled over an empty pop can, startling him. Logan put his phone in his pocket and picked up two cans of black spray paint. He tossed one to Ali. The rattle of the shaking can gave her a rush of anxiety. Logan gravitated towards the brick wall to the right, popped the cap off of the spray paint, and vandalized the wall.
Reference (because plagiarizing isn't cool)
The San Francisco Writers' Grotto. (2011). 642 things to write about. San Francisco, CA: Chronicle Books LLC.