dyslexia : joshler

seven

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After class Josh waited awkwardly at the door, scanning the halls for Tyler.

"Hey guys look! It's stutter" a boy from the basketball team called, shoving Josh into the lockers.

Josh winced as his back made contact with the cold metal.

"l-leave me alone" Josh said nervously only making the boys laugh loudly.

"w-w-what?" the boy mocked Josh making him visibly shrink against the lockers.

"you should just drop out already" the boy said and that's when josh began to cry and the laughs got louder and someone pulled out their phone recording josh cry.

"y-you don't understand" josh said in a fit of hiccups and sniffles and the boy laughed again.

"i completely understand , im not the idiot here"

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someone had the nerve to tell me that dyslexia is "not a big deal" do they know how shitty that is? how utterly bad it made me feel? like okay i understand i may not read as good or write as good as you, or sometimes i get words mixed but that gives you no right to tell me its "no big deal" or "just read the paragraph it's not that hard" and it sucks worse that it was my mom ((((:

i also am barely going to bed (it's 4:48 am) and i need to be up in four hours woohoo go me