Dyslexia

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We are in math right now and our teacher is passed out on his desk.

Peeta and Marvel start talking. I start drawing; something I do to pass time since non of the girls in our group are in here.

I see the paper get snatched off of my desk and look up and see Delly and her group standing in front of me.

"Give me it back!" I demand. They laugh.

Delly smirks and starts ripping the paper.

"Delly stop!" I cry.

I try and reach for the paper and she pulls her hand away.

I see everyone watching.

Delly and her friends start laughing.

"Please give it back!" I beg.

I see Peeta and Marvel stand up.

Delly rips the paper and throws it on the floor.

She laughs and walks off.

To someone who doesn't know me it would just be a normal drawing, but that drawing meant something to me. It was of me and my dad before he died. 

I feel tears roll down my cheeks and I feel someone touch my shoulder.

I look up and see Finnick.

My eyes get wide and I rush out of the class. I run to the bathroom and hide in a stall.

Why does my life have to suck?! I wish everyone would just leave me alone!

The bell rings for second period and I walk out of the bathroom and see Marvel and Peeta walking out of math.

I run over to them thankful to be able to walk with them.

They are like older brothers to me.

"Hey nerd you forgot something!" Someone says and tosses me the torn drawing.

Peeta and Marvel take me to English.

We see Clove, Cato, Gale, Glimmer, Katniss, and Johanna in the class already.

The teacher starts the class but I'm not paying attention because all I can think about is how Delly took my drawing and tore it in front of me.

"Annie could you read this?" Mrs.Trinket asks, well more like tells me. 

I gulp. I have really bad dyslexia and I can never read anything. I shake my head.

I feel everyone's eyes on me.

"Yes you can Annie," Mrs.Trinket says.

I shake my head.

"Yes you can!" She continues to say.

"NO I CAN'T!" I yell.

I get up and rush out of the class with everyone laughing at me.

As I'm running I bump into to someone. I look up and see Finnick O'dair.

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