“Oh, but,” I whispered, my eyes helpless. “But this is the day, the scientists predict, they say, they know, the sun . . . “
“All a joke!” said the boy, as he seized me roughly. “Hey, everyone, let’s put her in a closet before the teacher comes!”
“No,” I cried, falling back.
They then surged about me, catching me up and sweeping me away. I protested fearfully, first pleading and then crying, but they continued their relentless attacks. They brought me back into a closet, where upon throwing me in they slammed and locked the door. Filled with terror, I began beating against the door; first, with only my fists, then desperately slamming against it with my whole body. I cried aloud, though through the door I'm sure they barely heard me. Suddenly, I heard them go silent. As I heard the quietly receding footsteps, I knew that no one would come for me.
The alteration of this story to the first person brings with it the more subjective and horrifying experience of Margot. From a third person view, we are watching the terror from an objective viewpoint. We can speculate the terror of Margot, but we do not know for sure. From within her point of view, everything feels more real, more significant. We as an audience can feel the weight of the situation and can relate more closely to the horror that Margot is being subjected to.
