Chapter 24
"What does that say?" I asked, for the millionth time.
"Purpose." Allison sighed. I thought she might be getting annoyed at my lack of intelligence; but I have never been any good at reading, it would take me hours to read something others could read in a matter of minutes. I couldn't spell either. But I guessed Allison had worked out that I was a bit thick by now.
I was trying to read the book I was meant to be studying, and it wasn't long before I got stuck again.
"What does that say?" I asked, again.
"Went." Allison said, "Embry, have you ever been tested for dyslexia?"
"Dys-what now?"
"Dyslexia. It's a learning disorder; I think you might have it."
"What is it?" I asked.
"It makes it hard for people to read and write, it would explain why you're struggling at school."
"I thought I was just thick." I told her.
"You're not thick." She countered, as Ruthie walked into the room and passed a note to Allison.
Her hair shone in the light as she flicked it out of her face. Her jeans and t-shirt combination would look plain on anyone else, but on her it made me want to reach out and touch her. Her lips weren't in their usual straight line, but instead were parted slightly as if she wanted to say something.
She caught me staring and started to blush.
"Lunch is ready, Embry you can stop reading that now and come eat." Allison said standing up and walking towards the kitchen.
As if I could focus on reading with Ruthie in the room anyway.