Losing Control

Losing Control

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Lilleth Anderson is a 16 year old student in high school. She has black hair and blonde highlights. She has good friends and a wonderful mom and family. Like most teens, she doesn't care much for high school... It's Lilleth's first day of school, and she is already hating it... Until her last class. Her last class is English ll. Which is her favorite subject but it's not the class that has the butterfly's in her stomach going crazy.. It's who is teaching it. Her name is Mrs. Roper and Lilleth cannot take her eyes off of her. Now all her friends hear is jokes about making a move on Mrs. Roper, and they all laugh along with Lilleth. But if the opportunity presented itself, would Lilleth have the courage to turn her dreams into a reality? Read and See...
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