[Editor's Note: I hit 6 out of the 10 words. We had 7 minutes to write a story using these 10 words. This is what came out.]
"Respect, chueca. Respect."
Eyes ogled the little set wannabe as La Bruja eyed her over. Her hair was slicked to its side ponytail swoop perfection with a glittery tank emblazoned with "Princess" in large, gothic letters on it. Her jeans were painted on and her sneakers were shiny pale blue Jordans.
La Bruja hovered over her, eyeing her to her soul. She had made it to her final step to belong to the set, but she misspoke.
The ladies of the flats were tight. A feisty group of brown and black girls: trim, fierce, and always cared for their own. Nobody messed with them. Their credo was to survive.
Mari knew she'd pay for her misstep. She mentioned La Bruja's scar when responding to one of her final questions. She meant to say "car" but she stumbled. And stuttered, "Scar."
La Bruja was sensitive to her scar, a souvenir from a fight she won against a black samoan girl from the 80th block.
What would be the penalty?