The next morning, it was time for school to commence once again. The children were whispering excitedly to one another about what they did after school the previous day. Daisy sat with George. Despite taking an instant disliking to him, she had promised her mother that she would at least try to socialise with him, even when she knew it was going to be difficult. Mr. Ratburn greeted them all and seemed genuinely pleased to see his newest student again. Just when he was about to explain what the Romans did for the modern world, there was a loud booming knock at the door and someone came in. A youngish dog woman stood there with several books in her hands.
" Are you Daisy's assistant? Come on in." Mr. Ratburn stood up to introduce her to the group. " Class, this is Miss. Browning. She's going to be in our room for the rest of the year."
" Is she going to be our new teacher?" asked Binky, raising his hand. " Because I don't think a new teacher is necessary. Unless…you've been fired for giving us too much homework."
" No, I haven't been fired. Since I need to keep my focus on all of you, Miss. Browning is here to give Daisy the attention she needs," he explained.
Daisy gulped. " I'm doomed," she muttered to herself.
Miss. Browning pulled up an extra chair and sat right in the middle of the two children. She smiled sweetly. " Hello, you can call me Maggie if you want. I'm going to write notes for you, OK?"
Daisy nodded. " Yeah, I always forget to do that."
" Is there anything else you need help with?" she asked.
" Well, I have a lot of trouble understanding what Mr. Ratburn means. And sometimes I can't concentrate," the elephant said.
" Right, OK." She wrote all of it down in her notebook.
George's eyes darted from right to left. Why did she need someone to help her? Why didn't anyone help him when he was first diagnosed with dyslexia? It didn't seem fair at all!