Alya POV
“Looking great, Alya! I could say you rock this style!” I stood in front of my full-length mirror in my walk-in closet, admiring my outfit. I was wearing an all-black ensemble – black shirt, black leather jacket, black jeans, and black boots. My hair was even tied at the back with a black hair tie.
After doing a turn, I stopped to look at the time. Ten-fifteen. Dad and Mom were in their room an hour ago. John would probably still be working in his room by now. All I needed was to wait for another fifteen minutes to make sure they were all snoring and dreaming, and be engrossed in work, for my brother at least.
For the next fifteen minutes, I went over my plan. It was not much and I knew I could be tracked right away. I didn’t care. All I wanted was to go out there and to point
