Today I was lost and couldn’t find my way back to what seemed like a safe haven. Every day that I am lost I look back on how my life was when I was “found” I was miserable and unhappy all the time. My family had no idea what to do with me and my uncertainty. When that glorious day came, that day when I declared I was lost I met up with the other lost kids and felt a thrill go through my body.

I didn’t have to worry about faking a smile anymore, I didn’t have to worry about making good grades in school, and especially didn’t have to pretend to be anyone I wasn’t because I was lost. Being lost had its downs, but it was worth it because I was free. Some downs were that none of the lost kids had money or food and there was nowhere to sleep. The nights in the dark, mysterious woods, grew colder and we all grew desperate, desperate for something to happen, then it did happen. Soul after soul, day after day, and minute after minute, one by one they would DIE. Fear took over our bodies, when people got sick we knew death would be coming, when the cold, howling, wind blew through our ears it would whisper…Death and we knew someone was going to die we just hoped it wouldn’t be our turn. After about a month I decided that this was enough so I grabbed about 10 kids and took them back to our “safe” haven of rest. When we got there everyone including our families starred and talked in disgust we realized that once you can never come back. So we left and took our lost souls with us.