I awaken to flashing red and blue lights outside my bedroom window. I slowly lift my head from my pillow and rub the sleep from my eyes not fully comprehending what is transpiring. I reach for my glasses almost knocking them from my dresser onto the floor.
I climb out of bed and walk towards the window clumsily tripping over something on the floor. I almost turn on the lights but then think to myself that might not be a good idea because someone might see me watching. I peer through the curtains making sure I am not seen. I push back an an annoying strand of curly hair preventing it from falling into my eyes. I observe a boy with long black dreads sitting in the back of a police car with his forehead pressed against the back of the passenger seat. Sasha, my best friend, whom I haven't seen or talked to in months is being led away from the vacant house across the street from me by two police officers. One officer is guiding her towards the police car while the other officer opens the back door on the drivers side. Her small hands are bound behind her back in hand-cuffs.