As the Dean droned on Hazel sat in her chair with a self-satisfied smirk. She always had an odd way of managing to look incredibly cocky no matter what the situation was, and this was one of the times she exercised that power. As far as she was concerned she had every right to be cocky. As the Dean's orientation ended Hazel rose, and found her way to a group of people she knew. Everyone greeted each other, and at first Hazel was excited to see her friends, but as conversation turned to what they had done over break she felt her stomach twist. They talked about their families, and vacations, and all the other things Hazel missed out on. She quietly excused herself, "Hey, I'll catch up later, I'm going to go get my stuff in my dorm." She waved goodbye at the group, and briskly took off. A molten sea of self-doubt began to churn within her. *I wonder... I wonder what they think of me. What am I to them? Are these people my friends? Do I really have friends?*

Hazel stormed down the hallway, and began to realize she wasn't really going anywhere. Of course her dorm was already taken care of, that was just an excuse. She didn't really have anything she needed to move in. She pushed away the negative thoughts, *Of course I have friends. I'm the best.* Her face twisted back into the smirk she was wearing earlier. She suddenly felt a crushing eagerness for this year. In AcadeMMO she excelled. She was at the top of her classes, both martial and academic. Everything worked here. And then she knew what she would do. *This year I will take an S ranked assignment. It's what I deserve.* And at that moment Hazel promised to herself she would become the strongest in the school. 

She thought she wanted to prove to everyone that she was worth something, but the only person she was trying to prove anything to was herself.

Hazel didn't break her stride. She continued to storm down the hallway. She came to a stop as she overheard a pair of Martial boys talking. From what she gathered one was a Knight like her. *I'll start with him. I'm sure I'm better then him.* She wheeled around to face the pair, and butted into the conversation in perfect form. "So, you're trying to get stronger? I've always wanted to fight one of you guys that wave around your fancy Japanese swords. If you want to spar, fight me." She spoke, maintaining her cocky smirk the entire time. She looked the boy over. *Hmph, no way he's higher than D. I bet I can kick his ass.*