The Rare Ones

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Wassup, beautiful people!😊🤸🏽‍♀️🤸🏽‍♀️

I'm back with more TRO for y'all.

We're at 1K....tf???😩🔥

Una too much abeggg💖💖💖💖💖💖.

A million thanks for helping me to achieve this milestone🥺.

Ngwa nu, Let's start.

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"I wish that I could be like the cool kids,
'Cause all the cool kids,
They seem to fit in."
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- Echosmith
(Cool Kids)

Khalid

I shuffled on my feet as Mrs. Edwards, the Vice Principal, looked through the test sheets in her hands.

She looked up with a big smile. "Once again, perfect scores all round, Khalid."

I heaved a silent sigh of relief and smiled back.

Due to my condition, I do seperate oral tests and exams, with the same questions my mates are expected to answer.

I've been doing this since JSS2, and- not meaning to brag - I'm the top student in the full set. And I'm talking a 'never failed a single question' kinda top student.

But, of course, I've never been publicly acknowledged for my academic prowess at the annual Awards Ceremony held at the end of every school year.

I don't blame the school, though.

Imagine having to explain to parents who spend fortunes on private tutors and the like that their kids had been bested by a boy with dyslexia.

Trust me, it won't be pretty, especially with these Hillsong mums and their love for drama.

"I honestly don't know what to say other than keep it up," Mrs Edwards continued. "It must not be easy being treated differently than your peers, but you're moving forward past it, and I'm very proud of you."

I nodded. "Thank you, ma."

Her words made me go down memory lane, back to when I was just applying at Hillsong to enter JSS1.

I had attended a meeting with my mum and the Principal, where she explained my condition to him.

"Not to worry, Mrs. Inneh-Mustapha, your son will be in excellent hands here," the Principal had said.

"I'm aware of that, sir. In fact, my older son, Majid is already in JSS2 here," Mum had replied.

"Oh, that's very good."

"Yes, but I need you to understand is that Khalid will have to take things at his own pace. He is extremely intelligent, mind you, it's just that he grasps things in a unique way."

I loved and still love the way my mum talks about my dyslexia, as if it is a gift that makes me special rather than a disorder.