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05:12 PM

Standing in the studio her parent's built for her on their property, Hazel stared into the wall length mirrors in front of her. Music was pounding out of the surround sound system they had installed. She took a deep breath before she began to move.

The tall, leggy girl could do just about any type of dance. But contemporary was her favorite, which she was doing at the moment. She dipped and leaped, moved her body effortlessly. Dancing was her passion, anything that had to do with music was her passion. It spoke to her soul.

After about a half an hour of non stop dancing Hazel finally stopped, panting a little. Walking over to a nearby bench she grabbed the remote and clicked the music off. After setting it back down she grabbed her hand towel and water bottle. Walking towards the door she took a sip and wiped off her sweaty face.

Hazel closed up her studio and took the short brick path back to her house. The place was hidden in the tree's, hard to see and Hazel loved that about it. It was her own world hidden away from everything. Coming up to the large porch she leaped up the stairs and crossed over to the sliding doors. The house was large and very modern. Her parents had it built about ten years ago.

She took the winding staircase at a run, quickly making her way up to the third level. That was her space. This level had a small kitchen, living room and game room. It also housed her own master bedroom, bathroom and walk in closet. Being an only child her parent's had always doted on her, giving her anything she could ever possibly want. Striding over to her bedroom she quickly made her way to the attached bathroom and striped, jumping into the shower.

Once she was done she shut the water off and grabbed a towel off the hook. Wrapping it around her self she used another to dry off her hair before clipping it up into a loose bun. She entered her room and went to her closet. Walking around she thought about what she should wear. It was her first day back, she needed to look good. After grabbing everything for her outfit, Hazel dropped her towel and got dressed. She left her purse and hat on the bed, her shoes next to it. Going into her bathroom she let her hair down and shook it out. Bending at the waist she let her hair fall forward and scrunched it with her fingers. Flipping back upwards she shook out her waves once more, letting it fall to it's natural middle part. After spraying her hair with a little hair spray she sat down at her vanity table and put on some makeup. Black eye liner, a touch of mascara for the eyes. A hint of bronzer on the cheeks and for the lips a burgundy color. Grabbing the lipstick she used she went back into her bedroom and put it in her purse. Then after packing up a leather satchel with her dance clothes, shoes and other things she'd need she grabbed that, her purse, shoes and hat and made her way downstairs and into the large kitchen.

Setting her stuff down on the counter Hazel walked over to the large fridge and grabbed out a bowl of fruit. Placing it on the counter she opened up a cupboard and took out a bowl. Opening the pantry she grabbed the oatmeal and sugar. Measuring out the amount of oatmeal she wanted she put it into the pot already waiting on the stove and filled it with water. Turing the stove on she placed the pot back on and waited for it to cook. Once done she grabbed the pot, dumped the oatmeal into her bowl and set it in the sink. Hazel spooned out some of the berries and placed the bowl back into the fridge. Then she added sugar and began to eat, standing.

Glancing up at the clock she placed her empty bowl into the sink as well. The maid would get to it when she showed up in a half hour. Grabbing a pad of paper she scribbled a note to her and signed it with a smile. Hazel slipped her shoes on, placed her hat on her head and grabbed her two bags. Slinging the satchel over her shoulder she held onto her purse, looking into it to make sure she had everything. Phone, ipod, tablet, speakers, lipstick, other miscellaneous items. On her way out the front door she grabbed a set of keys without looking and walked over to the garage.

After the large doors swung open she clicked the key fob in her hands. Looks like she was driving her fiat today and not her jeep. Opening the door she tossed her satchel and purse into the passenger seat. Gathering up her ankle length skirt she slid into the driver seat and pressed the engine start button. After buckling her seat belt she backed out of the garage. Once clear she clicked the garage button on her visor, closing the big doors.

Hazel drove down her long driveway and started her journey to school. To say she was nervous was an understatement. She wondered if anyone would recognize her or if she would recognize anyone herself. Hazel hadn't changed much but that didn't mean no one else hadn't. She connected to her phone via blue-tooth, played music from it and started singing her heart out.