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Hazel knew she was outnumbered, and weaker than the rest of them. She sighed, and looked down at the floor. She slowly removed her jacket, and handed it over to ne of the many girls surrounding her. "Come on bitch! We haven't got all day. Get that shit off, or I'll rip it off!" the blond bellowed.

Hazel's fingers trembled as she started to unbutton her blouse, when suddenly a voice called out, "What are you juvenile delinquents up to now?"

All the girls now looked at the blond. "Give her her jacket back, and let's go!" The mob began to clear out. The blond looked at Hazel. "This isn't over newbie! We'll meet again. Very soon!" Then she left with the rest of the girls.

Hazel put her jacket back on, and looked up to see a beautiful redhead standing in front of her. "They didn't hurt you, did they? I swear if they hurt you, I'll go after them right now!" She was fuming mad.

"No, they didn't hurt me," Hazel quickly answered. "I'm all right. There's no harm done."

The redhead thrust out her hand. "Hi! I'm Gizelle Harper. All my friends call me Giz."

Hazel took the hand she offered, and gave it a mild shake. "Hazel Monroe," she reciprocated. "I think you're my new roommate."

Gizelle looked at her paperwork, and smiled. "So you are! Come on Hazel. I'll show you our room."