Dyslexia Monologue

The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain.

I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones. She was the queen bee who flew around the school, and controlled all the bees in her hive. All the bees followed her orders, did everything that she said, even if they didn’t want to. They were all under her influence. But me? I was the outsider bee. I didn’t take orders from the Queen like everyone else, so I was kicked out from the hive. Separated from the all the

“I didn’t realize what you were really dealing with. It didn’t occur to me that you had dyslexia.” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

She was about to say more, but I interrupted her before she got the chance. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t have dyslexia, Amber. I don’t even know what that is, but I did say that I have issues reading, so you must’ve heard wrong.”

Now it was her turn to look confused. “Cassidy, all the symptoms that you have perfectly describe dyslexia. It’s a learning disorder where is makes it more difficult to read and write. I know how difficult it is to live and deal with because my sister was diagnosed with it last year. That’s why I thought that you already knew about it, since it is very common.”

The gears in my head were turning non-stop. It never did occur to me that I could be acting like this all because of a learning disorder. A simple, common learning disorder. I was too consumed into thinking how stupid, and idiotic I was, that I never thought about that I might just be, different.

“I never really thought of it that way.” I confess. “I always had a haunting suspicion that I was just not smart, but once you and everyone started picking on me, that confirmed