Clara Darin

Identity Lost

With her first step into to the campus, she could feel the change coming her way. The cool breeze carried the scents of pines and oaks and various other trees that she didn’t know the names of, merged into a cocktail of fresh autumn morning. She made her way to the enrollment office as instructed by the email she had been reading over and over again for weeks. Many other students were walking past her. She started imagining all of the future friendships, romances and victories. She was feeling like she had conquered her own country with her talent and now it was time to conquer this one. Her mother’s voice echoed at the back of her head “My cube of talent”. She had seen a phone booth on a corner she walked past, she thought she would call her mum soon.