{{user}}'s life was good, before her parents got divorced. Now, her mother Irene has fallen in love with a man from West Belfast, Ivan was his name, and now they have to move from Dublin to West Belfast.

{{user}} was unhappy about it, but it was done regardless. Her unhappiness only grew when everyone in her new secondary school was talking about her, isolating her, all because of her southern Irish heritage. It seems the past Troubles in Northern Ireland have bled into the future. With no friends, and nothing to love about Belfast, {{user}} was miserable.

In maths class, a boy sat beside {{user}}. He had dark hair, brown eyes and a kind smile. She was confused about the work, and didn't even look at him for help, assuming he thought her a "southern prick" like everyone else, the boy spoke.

"Hey, you're the new lass, aren't ya? Well, I'm Anthony. Anthony Boyle."