IMAGINE A world where Everyone was exactly the Same, including YOU, BECAUSE Same was Safe. The Unsame Ones, is a riveting story of an ordinary January whose Same life takes an extraordinary turn, when something different throws her off of her Same track, and propels her into the forbidden realm of Unsame. Where once her life revolved only around the clock, and listening to only its sound, she starts to hear something different, something real, something powerful, and spell-binding that ignites a fierce desire to overcome the pull of Same, to know the truth, and to discover the vibrant power of music, even at the deadly cost of being infected with the Unsame virus, and losing her place in the world of SAME FOREVER. The Unsame Ones is a gripping story that will appeal 7th to 12th graders, music enthusiast, kids, and individuals who have trouble fitting into the "in" crowd. Listen to the first chapter free, via soundcloud.com/user-983396413-197387075/the-unsame-ones-prologue-first-chapter-free Full Audio book version read by the author, in a sharp, riveting recording, available at cdbaby.com/cd/stephanieskeem Or amazon.com/gp/product/B01C51VPKK?ie=UTF8&keywords=The+Unsame+Ones&qid=1456366627&ref_=sr_1_1&s=dmusic&sr=1-1-mp3-albums-bar-strip-0 ). Back cover Blurb I was born in January. So I am January, and everything that it entails. I bear the same name as a million other Januaries just like me, the same look, the same genetic makeup, the same job, the same face, the same goals, and the same dreams. I am and will be a secretary for the rest of my life. I am good at what I do, I was made for my job, and my job was made for me. I am Same. I have lived the Same as every other January like me for seventeen years. And a year from now, on the first of January, I will die from the same genetic defect every January has died from. No January has ever lived past eighteen. No January has ever wanted to. Until now. I believe I have been infected with the Unsame Virus. My head aches, throbs, and pounds without ever stopping. Before now, I never felt pain. I know I must turn myself in. That is the only logical thing to do. It all started with the hideous Unsame One who crossed my path, and thrust a strange object into my hands. It is he who is to blame, and it is I who must fight this. I cannot shut out my master, keeper, and overseer, Time---nor disobey the clock. I will forever march to its dictates, and remain true. I am a Same One. I was born Same. I have lived Same. And I will die Same. I am January. I am Same.