Malia was sitting down at the park bench, drawing, and being peaceful in her own state of mind. A soccer ball rolled towards her, close to her feet. When she noticed that the soccer ball was right next to her. She bumped into it. A young boy ran up to her and asked could she throw the ball. Malia gets up, picks up the ball, and gives it to the boy. Emma walked passed the ball and finally, she gave a smile. Emma started to come near her with an attitude and she finally ignored her.
Hey, Maila. How are you? Asked Emma
Maila kept on drawing away, trying to ignore her presences of "better then you vibe". Clearly Maila was waiting for a moment to really have her arrested but she wasn't sure if she wanted that for Emma. From the outside of everything, Emma made everything look like peachy and creme but it wasn't. Maila knew it.
Cray kept calling and calling but Emma finally ignored his calls, placing him on block. He going crazy over something but didn't know what it was.
Everything was all over the newspaper, and finally, it was something that Emma could be worried about. Maila saw herself in her but she couldn't place what It was.