It was a cloudy day outside, almost like it was going to rain. I moaned because I couldn't see the sun. It was dead in the house, the silence beating on my head. For some reason, the weather affects my mood drastically. It was so boring in the house I had to get away. I put on my jacket and called to my mom in the kitchen.

"Mom, I'm going to Abby's house."

"Okay hun, don't be out too late," my mom replied.

I trudged off down the sidewalk to my friend's house. My friend's name was Abby. She invites me to her house pretty much every day. I got to her front door and rang the doorbell. It was not very long before her mother answered the door, wearing a smile.

"Oh, hello Sarah! Abby is upstairs, but you can just wait on the couch and I'll go get her."

She walked up the stairs as I closed the door behind me.

Abby came down the steps and took a seat next to me.

"Hey," she said with a grin, which fell to a frown as she acknowledged my despair, "You ok?"

"I'm fine," I said with a slight moan.

"Tell me what's wrong," she demanded.

"Nothing, it's just the stupid weather outside."

"Oh, well hopefully I can cheer you up," she said brightly.

"I doubt it," I said with a frown. "The stupid report cards came in, and as always, I got straight D's."

"Oh," she said, her smile melting once again.

You see, I'm not the smartest girl around. I get D's and F's all the time, maybe a C if I'm lucky. The main reason for those grades is because I'm dyslexic, and I have ADHD. I barely see Abby that much at school, with her being in different classes being so much smarter than me. I only see her in the hallways. Abby is pretty much my only friend, besides Ina and Madison. Those are my school friends. They have ADHD too, and they are dyslexic.

I looked around Abby's living room. In a cabinet there were knick knacks, fancy china plates hanging on the walls, and a large, I mean large, flat screen TV at the front of the room. For some strange reason, it didn't seem as quiet in this house as mine had been.

Abby tried to suppress a smile, and she opened her mouth like she was about to speak, but a large chunk of mail came through the mail slot at her front door. She walked over to the chunk of mail and picked the letters up, skimming through them, and suddenly her eyes went wide. She dropped the other envelopes and opened the remaining one in her hands, gasping every so often. She stood there for a moment. I was about to say something but suddenly she ran over to me with the letter, dropping the envelope. She was breathing very fast like she had just had a heart attack.

She shoved the letter in my face. "You have to see this!"