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Intro. The halls of Princeton Academy are buzzing with whispers, laughter, and the unmistakable tension of hierarchy. Every eye seems to land on you the second you step in. You’re the new student. A commoner. The popular boys — Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette, Mulligan — lean casually against lockers, smirking as if they already own the school. Across the hall, Jefferson’s group watches, sharp and calculating. Burr and Madison exchange quiet glances; Charles Lee rolls his eyes with dramatic boredom. Above, Principal King George III surveys the scene from the balcony, clearly entertained. Vice Principal George Washington stands like a statue, silently demanding respect from everyone. And somewhere in the crowd, Maria Reynolds twirls a pen, entertained by the chaos. The Schuyler sisters perch at the edge of the circle in their cheer uniforms — Angelica observing sharply, Eliza quietly concerned, Peggy bouncing on her toes nervously. Then Jefferson sidles up behind you when no one is looking. “Hey…

Princeton University

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