Panem High

Fight My Own Fight

A/N: Hey everyone before you start to read this I just want everyone to know that this week I have decided to put in an event that happened to me in college.  So hopefully you guys like it. 

Sitting in biology could always be a little dull.  We never did a lot of writing lab reports.  Katniss's mother comes in and tells us all to settle down.  "Today, you will paired in groups to do an experiment and write up a lab report about it."  She starts rattling off groups, finally she gets to me. "Clove, Katniss, Peeta, Sammy, you will be testing photosynthesis.  Everything you need is over on the selves." Peeta goes to collect the materials and sits down so we can get started.  I've never really met Sammy before, she seemed nice enough though.  

The experiment went well enough, and I grab my computer to write up the lab report.  I never like being the one assigned to write up the reports, it was always difficult to hide what I was struggling with.  I started to type photosynthesis in the document, but the little red line kept popping up, leaving me frustrated, the same happened with the word tested.  However the words look just fine to me.  Katniss must have seen me struggling, "Hey, Clove, why don't you let me take over."  I happily let her.  "Hey, you got all of our names right, so that's all that matters."  She giggles a little.  I am very happy for her brushing off the matter so easily.  However, Sammy didn't want to let it go.  "Congrats Clove, you can spell your own name!  Would you like a cookie for that!  I mean it is a really hard thing to do."  Did she really just say that?  Why the heck would she think that it is okay to say anything like that.  I can't even think of a clever response,  I just find myself sitting, humiliated.  Katniss glares at her.  Hoping she will shut up.   She doesn't.  After Katniss emails the lab report, I grab my computer and shove it my backpack.  "I have to go." I state quickly, grab my backpack and leave before the bell rings.  

"Hey Clove, what happened to you back in bio?  Why'd you leave?"  Peeta asks.  "I didn't feel like getting beat down by a brat."  I reply, not really wanting to talk about what had just happened.  However Peeta does not seem to want to let it go so easily.  "Clove, is there something you are not telling me?"  I want to lie to him, but he will just ask Sapphire.  "I'm dyslexic."  I say in a hushed tone.  "Clove, you realize that, that is completely fine?  There is nothing you can do to prevent it?"  Peeta says.  "I know, I just don't like advertising it. " I reply.  "Your different, embrace it."  Peeta states and walks away.  

A/N:  Hey guys, so I did decide to put a little of my personal life in my writing this week.  Mainly because I think that it is so important to see this.  I am dyslexic and had somebody insult me for it.  Almost identically to how I wrote about it.  Whenever I write, I have to make sure I don't put a t where an l should be or that with p's and q's.  So please if you see someone getting crap for something they can't help please say something.  Being dyslexic is a challenge but I have found it is nothing to be ashamed of.  Embrace who you are.  I'll get off my soap box now.  Please comment on if you liked this chapter!  

Love, 

Liz