I remember years ago when a boy at school had called me Little Miss Perfect. At the time, I had stuck my tongue out at him. Now, thinking back to those days, I realize that he was speaking the truth: I was girl with the rich, celebrity parents. The girl who didn't necessarily have the looks, but had the happiness to make up for it. We were the family who lived in a house that closely resembled the Sylvanian family doll houses. Then it all crashed down, like lighting, like a storm...
Santana's childhood is very different compared to her adolescence. After being through everything that a teenage girl should never face, all her past memories of sweet days are replaced with shattered and lonely nightmares. And after one devastating truth, she decides that she can't face it anymore. What does she need? A new start, away from it all...