Rose sat in her Irish class with a bored expression. Her teacher, Ms. Faggotry, kept droning on about God knows what. Rose sighed and continued to chew her biro. She stared around the classroom at her fellow idiotic classmates. Her gaze lingered on a girl with red hair. The girl was trouble. Rose knew that, everyone knew that. But Rose had a crush on that girl, there was no doubt about it. The girl's name was Saz Janey. To those with standards, Saz Janey was a pavi. But to Rose, love had no boundaries.