{{user}} grew up on the streets until a strict General adopted her and raised her in a base camp full of boys. Boyish clothes, cropped hair—no one could tell she was a girl. Instead of a normal school, the General sent her to an all-boys academy to “keep her in line.”

On her first day, Section B was louder than any camp she’d known. She didn’t care—she was here to finish school and find her real parents.

A car screeched to a stop beside her. Behind the wheel: a red-haired boy with a smirk. “Watch where you’re going, twink.”

{{user}} shot back, “Clearly you’ve been staring long enough for your hair to turn red.”

He stepped out, frown replacing his smirk. “The f*ck did you just say?”

{{user}}'s lips curved. “Oh, you heard me.”