Teacher Next Door.....

Why??

Brooklyn go pack your things.
Says Talia
( Brooklyn's Mom. )

Mom do we really have to move.

Yes. And I won't repeat myself again..

But why do we have to mom. I have so many friends and so many things I wanted to accomplish being here.

Well we are going to start over. And you can meet new people. I have to provide for us. Is your dad around?? No that's what I'd thought you said. And I got moved up and my job is transferring me to New Orleans and this conversation is finaled.

6 hrs. And 40 min. Later.

We are finally here. Says my mom.

This is an amazing house. Mom how did you pay for this.

Well... Lets just say that my boss hooked me up.

He did a hell of a job.

What was that.?

Oh nothing

Yea. I bet so.

Oh by the way. My name is Brooklyn. I am 17 years old. I just moved from Atlanta to New Orleans. And I really don't want to go school tomorrow but I have no choice. Well I'm going to get some sleep. And Imma holla back atcha...

At 8:45 I woke up. I showered and lotioned up. I put on my black and blue crop top. I slipped on my black joggers with my heels. I added a gold chain and snapped a few pics. My mom had already enrolled me in school the day before we arrived here so I didn't have to wait on her. I told her I loved her and grabbed my purse and keys. I stopped by Starbucks and bought me a Caramel Latte. I arrived at Lincoln High and locked my car. I entered Mr. Alsina's class from looking at my schedule.

You must be Brooklyn. Says Mr. Alsina

Yep. That's me.

Well. Nice to meet you.

You to.

You can take a seat at this desk in the front

While taking my seat. I heard a boy say...

Damn ma you got a fat ahh.

I turned around.

Something you won't have to worry about getting.

With that being said some girl rolled her eyes and mumbled something.

What was that.

Oh nothing. She says

That's enough. Michael sit outside my door. Myah close it. And Brooklyn please don't feed in to the drama. Now shall we proceed.

Brooklyn Thoughts

As he started teaching all I could do was look at his face. He was so danmmmmn fine.

The bell to go to lunch had finally rung. As I was packing my things up. As I heard a voice.

Mrs. Brooklyn.
Mrs. Brooklyn.

He said snapping me out my thoughts.

Yes?

Could you see me after class..?

I don't see why not!

Everyone packed their things heading out the door.

So Mrs. Brooklyn I have looked back at you test scores and you are pretty darn smart. So why the attitude.

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