With Halloween in mind, here's my scene. Jenn's "Story Starter" is shown in red.
She never spoke, never made a sound. But the look in her eyes told me exactly what was about to happen.
I stared at the weapon she held, raised my hands above my head and backed away. “No. Please. I promise I’ll never do it again.”
She shook her head. With an evil grin she gripped the trigger and squeezed, sending a spray of water across the pansies I’d crushed with my bike, soaking me from my ponytail to my new patent leather Mary Janes. Shocked and dripping, I pushed a soggy curl from my forehead. Before I could say another word, she aimed the sprayer down to the flower bed at my feet where the spurt of water spewed a shower of dirt onto my lace-trimmed socks. Mama would kill me.
I burst into tears of rage, mounted my bike, and wheeled away. “I’m gonna tell,” I shouted over my shoulder.
Her witchy cackle sounded in the distance.
But she knew I wouldn’t say a word. After all, Halloween was coming soon and everyone in the neighborhood knew old Mrs. Crenshaw’s power would be especially strong on that night. I didn’t want her to focus her evil magic on me. Besides, if Mama knew I’d smashed Mrs. Crenshaw’s flowers, she’d be angry with me too. I couldn’t take a chance on missing out on trick-or-treating this year because of one silly mistake.