Friday, June 3rd, 2013-Travis
I sat in class, my head facing my shoes, silent. I sat in the front of the class because I was "stupid", as the other kids said, but they didn't understand. It had been a full week since anything had happened, which was the farthest I've ever gone without an accident. The bell rang, Mrs. Bergundy dismissed everyone, baiding the a good summer, as she hurriedly packed her things. Even the teachers needed a break. I did too; school wore me out and I was tired of the ridicule I received from the other kids because I couldn't read. I only had 4 friends, really. We all had the same reading problem. There was enough Dyslexic kids that they just made a before school program, for the 5 of us alone. Rayla Oguwa, the oldest girl, was quiet and read books most of the time. I wondered how she did this, being Dyslexic, until I glanced over her shoulder one day. The book was not in English, rather in a series of symbols. I just assumed it was foreign language, and let it be. Blair Davis, a short, spunky girl, also came to the Dyslexic Program. I don't think she tells her friends that she has Dyslexia, it would hurt her ego as one of the most liked girls in the school. Kyle and Diaphoron, both my age, sit on either side of me when we are in the program. Kyle cannot read what-so-ever, but Diaphoron can read okay. The strange thing about the class is that we all feel that we belong there, even Blair, who isn't a total brat, as many girls in the private school might be. I was the last to get up, not wanting to draw attention to myself by leaving with the other kids. I saw Rayla out in the hall, who was talking to Diaphoron. She had an urgent expression on her face. I walked out of the classroom and went to my locker, across the hall from wear Rayla and Diaphoron stood. She continued to whisper in that hushed tone, quickly and quietly. Diaphoron's eyes remained big even after she stopped talking. They parted ways, both running in opposite directions down the hallway.