By now, things around campus were moving along, and it made Maisie feel anxious as she walked towards it. She'd taken a certain bus route that lead her as close as possible, at least a mile out. With nothing in her hands but a backpack of some food, necessities and the clothes on her back, Maisie walked the rest.
In her hand, a note was pressed firmly with her grip. Hopefully she could find this woman, this Ms. Fox, and someone could help her.
Officialy on campus, she felt her breath getting stuck in her throat. Maisie pushed her way through people, apologizing as she went, clumsily trying to rush her way into the school.
Holding enough common sense, she knew there had to be an office somewhere, someone she could ask. But she seemed to just circle around the gymnasium, getting more lost and worried than before. If she was emotionally inclined she might have started crying by now.
Maisie's mind was still a bit jumbled amd delicate, she easily became frustrated with herself, even if the issue at hand wasn't due to her lack of memory. Nothing about the place felt familiar but Maisie had no idea if she had been here before, what if someone here knew her? How could she possibly explain she just couldn't remember them either?
She looked down at her note again, hand beginning to shake.
