Alia watched with a curious expression on her small face from a distance as officers filed quickly into their vehicles. 'I wonder what caused all that ruckus just now.' Her eyes lowered. 'I hope Amaira's okay.'
"What are you there gawking at?" Mrs. Cross raged. "Get in the car!"
Alia released a small sigh before turning her wheelchair around. With the aid of Martin, her grandmother's favorite lap dog, she got into the mystic blue sedan car that later started down the dark road illuminated by moonlight and streetlights.
During the journey, Alia remained silent; she only looked through the tinted glass at the various lights of shops and houses as the car swished by. She kept her curious, wandering eyes on anything and everything, easily impressed by the smallest of things.
