Nyra was making her way towards the carnival. She was told that it would help her unwind. She doubted it. But still, might as well make the best out of it. Nyra did like cotton candy. Maybe she could find a stand. She rummaged through her purse, seeing that she had around fifty dollars that they have given her.
Normally, Nyra would be with her group from the home. There were about 6 other kids, well young adults, that she lived with, all having some problem or another. Nyra was in with her fascination of blood. The older adults said she could go to the carnival alone. It felt nice to be alone. The other people get on her nerves.