Bree Carmichael grew up in a small town right out of New York City. She spent her whole life there, the friends she made when she was 3 months old were the friends she had her whole life. They all went to the only preschool in the area, the only elementary school, so on and so forth. She's never struggled with making friends because they were all practically family anyway. No one new moved there and no one left. That is, until her father is faced with relocating or unemployment, and she's forced to leave her bubble, and head to sunny California. Except it's north California, which no one ever mentions. Her school is filled with pretentious assholes. Her new house is cramped and run down. And she's all alone. "No matter", she thinks, "It's my senior year". She puts on a brave face and a big smile and walks right into the jaws of her worst nightmare, Walker Highschool.