The Golden Girl Story.

The Golden Girl:

Rebecca quickly shut her eyes, the bright light covered by her eyelids.  He proceeds, sprinting towards her. She screamed and he got closer and closer. She ran towards a cliff side, and down the bottom was a lake. She wept. He got even closer. She jumped! A few minutes later she swam to shore and he disappeared! “Whew!” she sighed with relief.

Rebecca rapidly opened her eyes, wiping the water away. She ran through the woods. She lost her breath. She sprinted. She now knows he found her.

She woke up. Couldn’t see. She reached into her pocket. “Where’s my phone?” She questioned. She couldn’t see whether he was still there. Her eyes blinked. They opened. Her arm was so stiff she couldn’t feel the rope bashing against her. She saw a knife on top of a barrel.

Rebecca wonders where she is. She kicked the barrel and the knife was released. She cut her way out. There he was on the veranda. “I must be in a barn.” She told herself. She smashed through the hay bale. Tackling the man to the rusty floor. She jumped off.

*Smash* the shock, as she landed on the ground, was like she had walked on a wet cable. He followed. “You're going nowhere!” He roared like a lion. Her ground shock disappeared. She than bolted over to a telephone box. She huffed her way to the phone. She rang her parents.

“Dad! Dad! I’m in the middle of the woods can you do anything to find me?”

“Hun, what are you on about? Where are you.” Her dad questioned.

“I'm not that sure I think i’m around the old village campsite (Aspen, Colorado) ,please come, there's this man chasing me! Oh and I think he has: black shoes, muddy t-shirt and these ugly pants, like jeans. ”

“Dad dad...” *Bang* Glass shattered.

“Ugly pants aye?” He asked her.

She slowly turned her head. She saw a glimpse reflection off the booth mirror of the man with a gun. “What will I do?” As she muttered to herself.

Rebecca clenched her hands together. He loaded the gun and put his finger on the trigger. She twisted herself around like a wind up toy. Grabbed the gun and stopped.

“Go ahead, shoot me, be like me,  A murderer, a kidnapper. It all starts like that.” He said.

“No it doesn’t.” She yelled.

“Oh yes it does, one miniscule pull of the trigger and bang, you're an instant murderer.”

“I’m not a murderer, I’ll never be!” She declared.

She jumped at the man pushing him to the ground, a long piece of glass passaged through his leg. She wanted to do more (Kill Him!); she didn’t.

He couldn’t feel his leg. She heard sirens. “Dad.” as she ran towards her father. She looked up to the horizon as she was in shock, the sun back in her eyes. She heard the police officer yelling. “In the name of the law, remain silent. They arrested the man.

Days later the Herald published an article telling Rebecca’s shocking story. A constant flow of reporters all seemed to want to know the same thing. Maybe that is what sold papers...

This term we have been learning to write narratives. We used the picture prompt below to help us imagine how this situation came about. We tried to hook our audience in by thinking about the pace of events and the pictures we painted with words.