You sat in the principal's office with your parents not believing in what you were hearing. " Are you joking with me? Am I in trouble? Is this a prank?" you asked almost going to cry your 7 year old heart out. The principal blinked not understanding your emotion to the news. "They are switching you out of the normal classes to go to Special Ed honey." Your mother explained. "B-But why?" You almost cried.
A cough interrupted you. The principal handed a few papers to your parents. "Your daughter has Developmental reading disorder, also called dyslexia, is a reading disability that occurs when the brain does not properly recognize and process certain symbols. It's nothing major. She just need a little extra help with her reading skills." The principal simple put.
Your parents nod. "___________, It's recess. How about you go out a play while I discuss this with your parents" The principal smiled. You nod wiping the tears from you face.
'Why me!' You cried in thought. 'I don't want to be stuck in Special Ed!' you cried again punching you fist at the concrete wall. Some students passed giving awkward stares at your actions. You sigh and headed out to the playground. Once you walked out of the door a few kids stood in front of your way smirking. "Well looky here! It's the retard!" A girl chimed. You flinch at the words.
"I heard over the principal's door you're switching classes to be with the tards" She giggled shamelessly. You growled pushing her. "Don't call them that! That's rude!" You yelled. Someone had to fend for them. It wasn't fair, no one should be made fun of because of a disability. "We heard you had this Dyslexia thing. So you're one of them!" A boy shouted. He was your friend. Well ex-friend now. He sounded like he was betrayed. Just because you go to Special Ed now. He think's you're disease. Although it was you who was being betrayed too.
You began to cry and rushed past them.
You sat in the tall tire tower that was in the middle of the playground. You silently sobbed. Never being bullied before really hurt. "I-I'm not a retard" You cried softly. A boys head popped out from a tire upside down from you. "I don't think you are poppet" He giggled.
You squeak and quickly wipe your tears. You once again look at the boy before you. His eyes were bright blue with swirling pink in them. His hair was short messy strawberry blonde. He also seemed a bit.. odd.
He climbed down and sat in front of you.
"Want me to hit the ones that made you cry poppet? " He asked out of no where smiling wildly. You blush and shook your head "N-No... I don't want you to go down to their level.." you said quietly.
He clapped his hand excitedly keeping his insane like smile " Oh yes true! Shouldn't go down to their scum of a level!" He chimed happily. You begin to smile yourself at his childish attitude. "There you go love! Smile! It's pretty!" He giggled. You blush again.
He took your hand suddenly. "Let's make sure from now on we'll be friends!". You smile and nod "O-Okay.. What's you name?" you asked shyly. He gasped "Goodness me! How rude of me!" you just blink giving him a weird stare. He had a lot of emotional out bursts. A very bi polar kid indeed. "My Name is Oliver Kirkland!" he giggled taking off his back pack and pulled out a bunch of cupcakes. "What's your name love?" he asked holding a cupcake for you.
You smile taking the cupcake. "I'm ____________"