Natasha was your favorite teacher, but she didn't like you very much. She was your Russian teacher last year but she had put in a specific request not to teach your class this year after summer break. She just hated the way you looked, your voice, your dumb stupid questions and she hated how you couldn't write down a single answer without changing it 2-3 times. After summer break, you walk into school, looking completely different. You looked so much more independent and like you didn't care about her, but actually you needed to see her more than ever.