Chapter 3: The Test As I sat down calmly into my seat, the teacher passed Out some sort of papers. “This is your ELA test, class. You have exactly 1 hour. Good luck.” The teacher looked at her watch. “The timer starts, now.” Did I just hear what I just heard? I thought. My hands were shaking just to pick up my pencil. I looked at my paper in horror. The moving letters made it impossible to read or write anything. How did the teacher expect me to do this? One of my classmates looked at my facial expression and laughed at the sighting of it. “Such a baby,” she whispered to herself. They think I’m so dumb that they think that I can’t hear what’s going on around me. I do have dyslexia and autism, but I’m not deaf. I can still hear things. I don’t understand why everyone hates dyslexic and autistic people so much. I can’t believe that when I moved from my old school, to this one, I actually thought that this was going to be a,“fresh start” and a, “new opportunity to make friends” no autistic or dyslexic person can make friends. It’s physically impossible. Everyone hates me, despises me. What am I going to do? Fight, or run away?
Me and mango! :)
