CHAPTER 1 Neesha Can Wait Ms Fleek is alone in her room It is late The only LIGHT comes from the computer Her eyes scan left and right across the screen She is looking at the names of students She is looking for just the right ones
Neesha Ahmed she mutters Not yet Grades too high Her eyes scan further down the list Marcus Bunt Maybe She looks harder F in math No Then Ms Fleek's face lights up with a GRIN Bs in most classes just one C in gym perfect
Ms Fleek picks up her Pen She writes a name on the envelope in front of her She puts it on top of a tall pile of invitations WELCOME to my study group says Ms Fleek
