Chapter 13
The next lesson of the day is English. Mica and I are in the same English class, so we walk together to the lesson.On our way there, he remembers something.
"Victoria, I just realised something. In English, we're reading a book this lesson. And that means that we have to read."
"Oh, no." I say.
Mica has severe dyslexia, and he can't read at all. For the past few weeks he had been just writing, because he can just about write, and listening carefully to the teacher. He wouldn't be able to do anything in the lesson.
"I'm scared. I don't want to tell the teacher. She might think I'm lying to get out of doing the work." he says worriedly.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could help you, but I probably couldn't speak to the teacher." I say sadly.
"It's okay." Mica replies quietly.
When we get there, we sit down in our seats.
I get my pencil case out of my school bag and put it on the table. Mica looks at me from the other side of the room, and I smile at him nervously.
"Are you going to be okay?" I mouth to him.
"I think so." Mica mouths back.
Then the teacher comes into the room, and she sits down at her desk.
"Good morning, everyone! Today we will be reading a book and answering questions from the text." she announces.
Mica looks uneasy, and shuffles about in his seat. Then he raises his hand.
I felt worried. It looks like he was about to tell the teacher why he can't do the work.
"Yes, Mica?" the teacher says.
"Miss, I can't do the work." Mica tells her.
"Why not?" the teacher asks him.
"I have severe dyslexia, Miss." he says nervously.
"Nonsense, Mica. I've heard so many other kids use that excuse before." the teacher laughs.
Then the whole class starts to laugh.
"I bet he doesn't really have dyslexia." one boy said.
"Isn't he the new guy? He's already an attention-seeker." a girl commented.
"Yeah, I know!" another girl called out.
Mica looks as if he is about to cry. I want to yell at everyone to leave him alone, but I can't, because I don't speak.
For the rest of the lesson, everyone keeps staring at Mica and laughing at him. I feel so sorry for him.
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