She gazed down at the crumpled piece of paper in front of her, a collection of letters and numbers that did not quite make sense. She recognized most of the words, but this map of sorts seemed to confuse her more than it did lead her in the right direction.
The bag hanging from her shoulders was heavy; she wanted to be prepared for anything. The journey she was about to take was daunting.
She took a deep breath, five steps forward, and tapped the nearest shoulder. "Could you tell me where... Morgan Hall is?"
No one ever said spending a semester at a strange school in a foreign country would be easy.
3 comments:
Great slice of life straight from the campus of WU! It's tough enough be new on campus, let alone from a foreign country. Good job capturing it.
You've been read! I read yours last this week, so next week, I'll start here : 0
I liked it! I did not expect the girl to be a foreign exchange student. Good job.
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