I wrote 1747 words in the first day of the write a novel in a month.  The story idea came from an incident that happened about 25 yards from my second cousin’s house in Santa Cruz.

The story starts this way:  Pardon the language.

Chapter 1

Caesar was unsure that to do next. He’d stabbed a white boy. It wasn’t the plan, but the white boys from the mostly white high school, a few blocks away, yelled, “Hey, Wetbacks, go home to your own country. We don’t want you here.”

Caesar yelled, “Go fuck yourselves ass holes.” The other three Mexican kids grabbed their crotches and yelled, “Hey man, you want some of this.”

The white boys headed across the street toward Caesar and his friends, leaving their girlfriends on the sidewalk. “Yeah dick heads, that all you got?

Caesar pulled a knife. The white boys stopped, looked at each other and ran off except one, Charles, the slow guy, Caesar tripped. Charles hit the ground and rolled over on his back, eyes bulging, as Caesar jumped on him and stabbed him in the chest.

Charles screamed, then gurgled blood as life left him.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Amilio said.

They took off in different directions as they’d agreed to when they were just kids. Each would then be by himself and not in a group.  It would remove suspicion. They also had an agreed upon place to meet, which was Amilio’s house, an hour later.

Devin, Bill, and Craig ran a block before looking back. They ran another block before they realized no one was chasing them….

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I wrote a lot more and it’s still rough, but this is the opening and I think it’s a grabber.