• When I woke the first thing I noticed was the noise, no talking but a deafening about of sniffling, coughing, the rustling of movement from clothes touching the floor or furniture. The second thing I noticed was the fact that I was not at home, my brain was fuzzy, and the light pierced my eyes like knives. I sat up, the floor was covered in something sticky and crumbs from food. I opened my eyes and saw faces, the face of my best friend, her eyes closed beside me on the floor, in front of a television with no sound. Looking around there were three other kids, one a little girl with long dark hair who was as skinny as a light post, she was younger than us, no older than five and Asian. Across the room stood a boy, a teenager. He had long dirty hair and was as skinny as the young girl, his hair was dark, his eyes dark and his skin was dark, not African, maybe Indian. Next to him sat a girl my age, but she was far prettier than me, with long honey blond hair to her waist and heavily applied makeup, she was pale as snow. The thing that these kids all shared, since they obviously weren’t related, was an emptiness in their eyes, where a person would usually have emotion. These kids were dead inside but I was too naive to know what that meant. Too sheltered. Too young. Too privileged. I wasn’t a rich kid, I was never spoiled, I lived with my Mom and Dad, who lived in a tiny apartment, pay check to pay check. We bought food that was cheap and my Dad worked a crap job to support us. But I was happy, and that was all that mattered to me, that was all I needed. That is something I wish I still had today, happiness. Whoever said ignorance was bliss, was truly wise. all I was now is a little but of ignorance.