“Blue Ridge academy of boys” Louis read hesitantly through his feathery fringe, on the large brass plate embedded in the old stone wall. A large oak wood door, almost twice his height, was all that separated his current freedom and what was said to be a very strict school. An all boys boarding academy to be exact. The small, tattooed guy slowly picked up his bags, and allowed a small fist to knock ever so gently on the hard oak. He was here because after being expelled from three different schools, Louis’ parents were in despair, so he was sent here, where he was going, supposedly, to be made into a ’gentleman’. Louis knew that no one could change him, no matter how uptight all the teachers here are. Well, that is until he meets the headmasters son, who isn't such a good boy after all.