Chapter 4: Lunch Unlike most autistic and dyslexic kids, I hate lunch. All of the kids are afraid of me because they think my disorders are contagious. I sit alone, every day. The bullies all sit together and whisper, “That’s the auslexic kid, sitting alone.” Auslexic is what they call me because I’m autistic and dyslexic. I sat down at my table, alone, and took out my lunch. A jelly sandwich, because I hate peanut butter. My mom also packed me some almonds because she says they’re healthy. I sat alone and ate my lunch, and I knew the bullies were talking about me. I was used to it by now. Some kids would go up to the bullies and punch them, but not me. I just sit there, listening to the horrible things they call me. “Freak. Loser. Stupid. Worthless.” I feel the anger bubbling up inside of me, but I don’t let it out. I may be “auslexic,” but I do have some self control.
