Poppy Van Amstel was afraid of a selection of various things - herself; speaking with social-amphibians like Natalie Daniels; finishing an essay on an odd number; that one particular shade of mustard her childhood chest-o'-drawers had been; but whales, especially.
Burnliths 'middle of nowhere' Valley was entirely enveloped by mountains, which meant virtually no escape route. It was an everybody-knows-everybody sort of town. Saint Mackillop Catholic College was one of two highschools available in the district, with an attendance of six-hundred students, all of whom drove Poppy mad.
Just reaching her breaking point, she wanted a Levi Stewart, or a Margaret, maybe even a Michael Holden or some other obscure, fictional character to make anything interesting for her anymore.
"Individualism is exclusive to those who can afford to be different."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.