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Hamilton rubbed her forefinger and thumb together subconsciously, her crystal clear blue eyes darting around the campus. She readjusted the blue dress she was wearing for the twenty billionth time, not quite dark blue, but not quite periwinkle, with small sleeves, ending just above her lightly colored knees. It was a nice outfit when she thought of it, all designer wear, of course, with the cream socks ending below her knees, and the blue rimmed sun hat to finish the look. Her mother made her take of the hat, of course, only minutes after their arrival, and now it sat uselessly atop one of the many suitcases she had brought.

Her mother, at the moment, was talking to the vice principal, Jane something-or-other, leaving Hamilton to take her time looking around the nice campus. It was a mix of old and new, just like her mansion at home. She didn't necessarily like it, however, but it was the bet school in the country, in the world, really, and that's what she deserved.

Anxious and impatient, Hamilton started to play with her dirty blond hair, falling past her shoulders in long, soft locks, slightly curled into loose waves. Usually she kept it straight, but today was a special event, so she might as well try to look nice. It wasn't that she didn't look nice normally, for she most definitely did, with her clear, fair skin and sharp features, and her intense, crystal blue eyes. Hamilton was the picture of perfection, perfect body, perfect look, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect lead roles, perfect girl. So she seemed, at least.

Her friends were by her side because she was the most popular girl in school. Here, she would have to remake that title. She had a constant need to be using her brain somehow, whether she was solving complicated math problems in her head during boring presentation, or rubbing her fingers together like she did now. She hid these kinds of habits well, for nasty little habits made someone seem less than they really were. She hid the stress of being perfect, and the insanity it caused her very well, for no one else seemed to know about it.

Hamilton was the picture of perfection.

"Hamilton, did you hear that? They have a dance team here!" gushed her mother, snapping the gorgeous girl from her thoughts. She plastered on a polite smile, and nodded at whatever her mother had said, which she wasn't paying enough attention to catch. Finally, the long and dragging conversation between her parents and the vice principal ended, and she made a break for the theatre, hoping to get away during orientation.

"Hammie, where do you think your going?" scolded her father, using her dreaded nickname.

"Orientation," she stated calmly, scrunching her nose at the use of her inferior nickname. "Don't call me Hammie, father."

"Then don't try to run from us," replied her father, starting to walk to orientation with her.

"Dad, you don't need to come to this part," whined Hamilton, gesturing to the other parents kissing their kids goodbye. "Really dad, everyone is going on their own." Her parents didn't look pleased with it, but they kissed her goodbye, giving her long, dragging hugs, and finally, to Hamilton's pleasure, left, giving her freedom of her school.

She went to orientation, falling into the crowd of other students and paste ring parents who's children weren't as lucky as she, sitting in the aisle seat as the principal, a young-ish looking man, gave a short speech about the school, and then an even younger looking lady having a short speech about what she was doing there, while Hamilton gaze filtered around the room. She took in the other students- how the dressed, how they sat, if they had any little habits they were doing as they tried to keep still. The speeches ended, and the students were given freedom of the campus again, as the final straggling parents said goodbye to their children. Hamilton spent the time unpacking in her dorm, which wasn't as bad as she had expected to be, and checking out the rest of the campus she hadn't been able to see with her parents dragging her around.

From somewhere on campus, she heard a scream, and rushed over to the the front of the building, where a large crowd had already gathered. She shoved a couple people aside, forcing her way to the front of the crowd, and looked down at the sight the crowd had gathered to watch. The principal was already forgiving people back, but she didn't move, staring at the body, most obviously dead, laying only a foot away from her. It was a boy, and, from the looks of the girl crying hysterically, was the boyfriend of that girl, now pale as a sheet. Most unmistakably dead.

A sheet, not quite as white as his skin, was placed over him, as the crowd started to disperse, what with police arriving. Hamilton was one of the last to leave the crime scene, only thinking of one thing.

Who could've done it?