Teenagers... sigh...

I don't write stories with teenage protagonists. Adults, usually; children, occasionally; but never teenagers. I find teenagers and horror rarely mix to form anything interesting. This happens more so in film than prose, nevertheless the idea of teenagers in peril bores me. Adults carry such heavy burdens, a lifetime of loss and regret, that there seems endless veins to mine. Children are so ultimately powerless and bewildered by a world that is far more complex than they imagine that there is inherent fascination in them, especially when looked back upon from an adult point of view. Yet teenagers lack these things. What makes teenagers unique is the inherent drama of growing up. Never are things as dramatic as when one is a teen. Social castes, puberty, that strange sensation of burgeoning independence... they all add up to a boiling cauldron that many make use of to tell their soap opera tales. I just can't find anything of interest in that, I'm afraid. Perhaps that's why I dislike most horror films, especially modern ones.