I know it's not right, but it feels right. It makes me happy. Or at least, I think this is happiness. I know someone loves these people, but they have no significance to me. To hear the screaming is like a chorus. To see the kids cry is like a vibrant painting on a gray wall. But the rest is a blur. The innocent joy, the pain, it's not there. Why is it not there

Samantha Johnson, a normal girl. Thrown into a boarding school and mistaken as a boy, life had just become interesting for this sixteen year old. Little did she know, her life would start filling up with drama, hatred, friendship and love.