~Narrator P.O.V~

Where all souls go when the leave the over world, depends on if they found themselves before they died. There are two lands The Land of the Lost and The Land of the Found. The land of the Found is where souls go to fulfill their lives purpose.  But the Isle of the Lost is completely the opposite of the land of the found, souls have no purpose. Some are able to find themselves  they just need more time. But once in a million years there will always one soul that cant find themselves. That brings us to one certain confused lost soul named Clara. Clara has been in the Isle of the lost for fifteen years. She dreams to find her purpose she refuses to think that she has no purpose. She remembers and lives by the legend of the land, "There is a purpose of everybody you just have to  try everything in existence until you find it." 

~3rd P.O.V~

Clara looked out of her window wondering what her purpose will be in her everlasting life. She enjoyed singing while she wondered what could her purpose could be. As she began to hum the bittersweet melody, she walked towards her bag that sat on her bed. The humming slowly turned into singing as she pulled out a note pad. She gently opened the note pad as the bittersweet lyrics escaped her lips. "Thought I found a way,  Thought I found a way, yeah." Clara  grabs a pen and looks through the pages, "But you never go away,  So I guess I gotta stay now." She stops at a page covered in different things she could do to find a purpose. " Oh, I hope some day I'll make it out of here. Even if it takes all night or a hundred years" Clara gently moved the pen along the paper, watching the ink flow onto the paper. As she continued to cross out the words " Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear." She sighed and moved her pen to another page and starts making long strokes along the paper. Her voice grew more confident as the drawing started to piece together "Isn't it lovely, all alone?heart made of glass, my mind of stone ear me to pieces, skin and bone." Clara gently lifted her pen examining what could she add "Hello, welcome home waling of town of a better place." Once again letting the ink flow onto the paper "Something's on my mind Always in my head space But I know some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near."  As she finishes the drawing she stands up her closing her eyes "Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear isn't it lovely, all alone?  Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin and bone." Opening her eyes looking around "Hello, welcome home whoa, yeah yeah,ah whoa, whoa Hello, welcome home." she finished the song on a nice high note. Clara closes her note book and places it on the counter. As she looks at the window she seen that the day was ending. Clara changed into her pajamas, then walked to the bathroom and started to brush her teeth. As she spat out the toothpaste she lifts her head and looks at her self in  the mirror. Clara smiled and thought to her self "maybe tomorrow i will find my purpose." As she walked out of the bathroom she sighed lightly and rests down on her bed. Clara wondered what it would be like to have a purpose until she fell asleep.