Be a Party Pooper
While on their way to the movies, Erica, Jasmine, and Mackenzie were all listening to music. It wasn’t long before they began to get too into the music and Mackenzie quit focusing on the road in front of her. Jasmine, the smartest of the three friends, took notice and began to lose interest in the music. “Can you please watch the road, Kenz?” Jasmine spoke quietly, afraid to make her friend upset. Mackenzie and Erica didn’t even take notice in Jasmine as they were having too much fun dancing to the music. Neither of them realized that Mackenzie had begun to swerve along the road. “Jasmine, come on! Dance with us,” Erica giggled as she waved her arms in the air with wild abandon. “Yeah, don’t be such a party pooper,” Mackenzie added. Jasmine sighed and shook her head. She knew better. She and her friends could get seriously hurt. She shut off the music and looked over at Mackenzie. “No, guys. Mackenzie, you’re driving distracted. You’re swerving like crazy and it’s really dangerous.” Mackenzie scoffed and looked over at her friend in the passenger seat. Erica, who wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, sat up and looked over at her from the backseat. “We’ll be fine. I’ve done this a million times before,” Mackenzie assured. Jasmine shook her head once again. “That doesn’t mean that we won’t crash this time.” “How so?” Erica questioned. Jasmine looked back at her friend. “First, put a seatbelt on.” Erica sighed and listened to her friend. Once Jasmine heard the click, she began to explain. “Every year, about four thousand teens die due to distracted driving.” “Okay, and,” Mackenzie scoffed, still not convinced. Jasmine glared at her, shooting daggers into her soul. “And the risk of a crash quadruples when three or more people under the age of twenty-one are in the vehicle. If you haven’t noticed, we’re all kinda falling under that umbrella.” Jasmine knew she had to be tough with Mackenzie or her information wouldn’t get through her thick skull. She wasn’t used to it, though, so she wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. “Okay, then I’d die. Not you guys,” Mackenzie shrugged. “Actually, fifty percent of the people killed in distracted teen driving cases happen to be the passengers in the car. I don’t really want to die and I don’t think Erica does either,” Jasmine stated strongly. By this point, Erica agreed with Jasmine. “I don’t,” She nodded. Mackenzie was quiet for a moment, thinking over what Jasmine had just told her. If her friend was right, she wanted to start focusing more on the road. “Well, if what you’re saying is right, how are we supposed to get people to stop driving distracted?” She asked. She was actually very concerned for herself and other people. Jasmine thought over this question. She knew that no matter what, teens would do what they wanted. It was hard to get adults to obey laws, so how would teens? After a moment of pondering, Jasmine spoke. “Well, you know how people say to have a designated driver if you’re drunk?” Her friends nodded and she continued. “Maybe we should have a designated passenger to be sure no distractions are occurring. Someone like me in every car.” Her friends thought this over. “It would be hard for people to follow that,” Erica said. “Yes, but it’s a start. It’s better than us all being distracted and end up in a fatal crash.” The friends all nodded. They then all sat quietly, thinking ‘what could’ve happened?’
I tried writing this as a PSA but then decided it was a bit too bland so I went with a story. It did say “creative” writing so, I figured I’d give this a shot.