The school honor's program was rigorous to say the least, even for someone as talented and motivated as Ami. Nonetheless, she blew away her professors and fellow students and was quickly labeled a nearly irreplaceable asset to the school, especially after she made the largest leap toward curing skin cancer that the scientific community had seen yet.
In order to keep herself healthy and maintain her study habits, she made sure to go to sleep every single night at ten p.m., no later, so that she could reawaken at 5 a.m. and resume studying over a bowl of cereal and a half a grapefruit. Her roommate however, was not so tightly schedule-bound. She had a habit of coming in late, and turning on a lamp so she could see to change into her pajamas and brush her teeth. This quickly became a common point of contention between the two girls and yet no one recognized the warning signs.
Then one fateful night, the compulsive party-girl arrived at her dorm room at one in the morning, tripped and fell with a thud, waking Ami from a deep slumber the night before she was to present her findings on a rare, newly discovered species of whale that she had located in the south pacific over summer vacation. When Ami awoke, she was tired, stressed, and far from thinking straight. It wasn't until hours later that she came to, covered in her roommate's blood, still hacking away at a piece of her femur.
There were days of debate within the school board and they unanimously agreed to cover the story up. After her groundbreaking research on the effects of other galaxies on their own sun's orbit, they decided that she was too valuable to lose. They told the girls' parents that she had been killed in a freak chemistry lab accident and blew up one of their own labs with her remains inside just to hide the evidence. The police were never notified, Ami was moved to a different room, one without "koolaid" stains on the carpet and walls and ceiling, and she never received so much as a slap on the wrist for the incident. It was not the first time the seemingly sweet young genius had gotten away with murder. Nor would it be the last.
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A/N: Dun Dun DUN!