To everyone Ava Monroe is dead. She hasn't been alive in over seven years. She left a family behind and a whole life. Except she's not dead. She's leading a risky life, a mysterious bad boy by day and shotgun by night. Shotgun is her name on the streets, Ava is a street fighter. A profesional, highly trained, skilled, good looking street fighter. Her body attracts the eyes and her confidence keeps them in. Not only is she hiding from every law enforcement in the state, she's also going to school as a boy. A brooding and mysterious bad boy, feared by all. No one has heard him talk, and no one has seen his face, well, her face. At school her name is Anthony Jackson. If your going to a school, you need a name. But then something happened, good or bad, we don't know. What happens when there is a new bad boy at school, a really good looking bad boy? Actual bad BOY. Seeing this new character in his life a challenge, he vows to find everything out about him, or well...her. Warning: this story is incredibly stereotypical and I will add a cover soon.