Hazel gazed up at MA's huge Victorian building and took a deep breath. [i] It's only the first day. Maybe I'll make some friends before class tomorrow. [/i] She thought hopefully. Hazel climbed the white marble staircase and dragged her 5 heavy bags up the staircase, and pushed the huge white doors that led into the building. Inside everybody was rushing all over the place and in the corner she saw a big machine that looked like it would sell coke. Confused, Hazel walked over and read the directions on the strange machine: TYPE YOUR NAME IN TO GET YOUR SCHEDULE. There was a screen on the machine that had a keyboard on it. Hazel carefully typed in her name and all of a sudden a paper shot out from the bottom on the machine. She picked it up and it read: Hazel, Grade 7, 13 years old, Counselor: Miss Riley
[i] Ohhhh, it's my schedule. [/i] As Hazel read the schedule all of a sudden a tall girl with black hair pushed her aside and Hazel fell over. Hazel looked at the girl who clearly was trying not to laugh. "Oops, sorry!" Said the girl who clearly wasn't sorry at all. Annoyed, Hazel stood up and gathered her bags and marched to the elevator. [i] She so did that on purpose! [/i] Hazel thought as she stepped in the elevator . . .