She was strange. Her light blond hair was short, it barely touched her shoulders. She was wearing colorful and ornate clothing that I had never seen before. Her eyes were a surprising shade of lavender. She didn't look like any one else I had ever seen within the walls but, she did look like me. Her voice was soft as silk but I couldn't make out a single word of what she was saying. Why was she communicating with me? I had not seen this woman before. She made an odd face, her lips curled back, exposing her teeth, and she made a noise that sounded as if she couldn't breath. I'd never heard such a sound come from a person........
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.