Mrs. Lesa chapter 2

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Just Incase you wanted to know, my name is Nesia  and it's pronounced Ne-Sa. I know my name is weird but I don't care because........ he loved it. I have long black hair and big blue eyes. I'm about 5'10 and absolutely hate high heels, I don't need to be any taller. My mom and I live in a small apartment in Orlando. We've lived there since I was 8. My mom and I have a great relationship, we ca tell each other anything. She like my best friend. My dad left us when I was 5 and I'm 17 now. Don't get me wrong, I would love to see my dad again but my mom hates the idea. I sometimes wonder what his life is like now. Does he have a family? Ones he loves?

I go to a really crapy school with my 4 friends Maddison, Jordan, Lexi and Emma. And we've none each other for years and we're kind of a big deal. I play flag football at our school, Maddison is artsy fartsy, Jordan plays basketball, Lexi is an amazing singer and Emma, well she's just Emma, she cute and we love her. We're the best of friends but Maddison is moving to Canada at the end of the year. Stupid new jobs, her dad got a new job in Montreal and Maddy and her mom are going in blind. So that sucks like every thing else in my life.

I go to a school that has 7 to 12 so starting in 7 with a lot of 12s was really hard. But I made friends fairly easy so that was good. The one thing that I had to look forward to was my favourite teacher Mrs. Lesa. I loved her more then anything. She made learning......fun. Don't get me wrong I still hate school but not when I'm in her class. She's the best teacher ever, well for me anyway. She loves me because I listen in her class. She once kicked a kid out of school because he was talking in her class. I guess that's why I like her. She was a little hard around the edges. I don't know how but lately she's been different. Like, bad different. She was this cool fun person who you could talk to about anything, but now when I make a joke she looks at me like she broken.

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