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[b]"Huh, I didn't know we got given the rankings. Nice."[/b]

[color=Black][b]"I'm sure it told you in the letter they sent."[/b][/color] Karma said, still surprised at his nonchalant attitude. Although the Entrance Exam didn't really matter all that much, it was good for Karma to gauge the quality of those he saw as potential rivals. Frin and Marius were those potentials, for now. Karma hadn't noticed much about Frin, he seemed oddly quiet, though maybe he was just shy around others. He made a mental note to engage him in conversation at some point.

[color=Black][b]"What about you, huh?"[/b][/color] He asked, nodding towards the boy that had interrupted them earlier. [color=Black][b]"Where did you place?"[/b][/color] In truth, he wasn't entirely [i]that[/i] interested, but the boy had been hovering around without much to say. Although, Karma was partly to blame for that.


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[sup][color=silver][i][b]Classroom 1-A
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[color=Deepskyblue][b]"Good Morning, Classmates!"[/b][/color]

Celestia Silvers sat in one of the cubicles in the female toilets, practicing her greeting to her new classmates. [color=Deepskyblue][i]'Hmm, no. Too formal.'[/i][/color] She thought, shaking her head slightly. She'd arrived at U.A. early specifically to practice her greeting. She'd trained her whole life to be at this school and she didn't want to mess anything up, she just [i]had[/i] to make her father proud. Especially since he'd gone through all the trouble to see that she was accepted. Despite his help, however, Celestia had still been made to partake in the Entrance Exam. She'd aced it, naturally, but it had still perturbed her that some other students had scored higher marks. She chastised herself mentally, [color=Deepskyblue][i]'I [u]must[/u] do better.'[/i][/color] She was distracted from her thoughts by the buzzing of her cellphone. Reaching into her bag, she pulled out the smartphone to check the message. It was her father:
[center][b]GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FIRST DAY, PRINCESS! I'M SURE YOU'LL MAKE ME PROUD![/b][/center]
It was only after reading her father's text that Celestia realised the time. She was running late. [color=Deepskyblue][b]"Whaaaat?!"[/b][/color] She exclaimed, bursting out of the cubicle like a bat out of hell. Two other students had entered just then, forcing Celestia to deftly maneuver past them as they shrieked at her sudden explosive appearance. [color=Deepskyblue][b]"Sorryy!"[/b][/color] She chimed as she ran on, dodging and dipping between students and teachers alike. For a moment she thought about using her Quirk: [i]Nightmare Tendrils[/i] in order to make it there faster. [color=Deepskyblue][i]'No, Celestia! That's against the rules!'[/i][/color] Her thoughts only began to slow her down, she noticed, as she looked at her phone again to find that she was nearly [i]five minutes[/i] late to class.

[color=Deepskyblue][i]'Oh no! What about my greeting?!'[/i][/color] Celestia wondered, still zipping past people at a rate of knots. She was too invested in her thoughts to realize that she'd already made it to her homeroom, Class 1-A. She'd memorized the route as soon as she'd arrived. And as she dashed through the doorway into the room...[i]TRIP[/i]

Time seemed to slow as she fell, less than gracefully, to the floor. Her school supplies that she'd been carrying began to scatter out in front of her. Celestia could see the faces of everyone of her classmates who had turned to witness the spectacle before she came crashing to the ground. [color=Deepskyblue][i]'Ow.'[/i][/color] She thought, grimacing at the complete embarrassment she'd just made of herself as well as the pain from falling.

[color=Deepskyblue][b]"Good...Morning..."[/b][/color] Came her greeting, muffled partly by her disheveled hair but mostly by the floor itself.