He Understands Me | j•s (Book One) | WATTYS's 2018 FANFICTION

{1} The First Phone Call

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{I am not making fun or teasing anybody with dyslexia. This is just a story. It is completely fiction. Enjoy!}

Thalia's POV

Here I am. Feels like the walls are closing in. I was never really bright, I mean, being dyslexic and all. There it goes; the second hand of that cliché, high school black and white clock. Going from six to twelve as the bell rings. Papers rustling and rattling, turning over. It's just a mock, is it?
      I'm the last to turn over my paper. Question one. Multiple choice. Grammar. 'The word "so" is a... what?'
A: Clause
B: Conjunction
C: Verb
D: Noun'

I circle B. I'm always picked on for having different tests.
I complete the next eleven questions until Mrs Collins, the school receptionist, blasts through the door...

She hands a note to the exam dude. She points at me. I look at the clock. It's probably about me having ten minutes extra time I think. Because it isn't the normal guy who monitors the mocks.
Mrs. Collins strides out. He turns his fan off. Stands up with his hands behind his back and lets one hand out. Still keeping his left hand behind his back, he furrows his brows and does the 'come' worm looking signal with his right hand index finger. I look beside and behind me. I stare at him, point to my chest and mouth 'Me?'. He nods slowly. I get up, close my paper, pick it up and walk slowly towards him. He gives me a piece of paper.

'Please report Thalia Webster to the School office, please. We have to escort her out. A family emergency has happened.'

I gasp and walk out with my head down. He puts my paper on the desk, looks in the draw and takes out a plastic container with stamps labelled on it. He takes one out and stamps my paper with a red ink stamp that says terminated on it with a red box around it. I can clearly tell it hasn't been used much.
Worried, I walk to reception. They hand me a phone.

I hold it up to my ear. "Hello?"
"Thalia Websteere?" I hear.
"Webster, yes."
I hear the reply.
"This is Grant Medical Centre, Columbus, Ohio state."
I recognise the name.
"Yes?!"
I breathe in and hold my breath. The words; emergency hospital circles around inside my brain.
"This is Sophia Williams, receptionist. There had been climax. A crisis. An accident."
I breathe out.
I can tell they know I'm dyslexic.
"Yes, yes." I huff. Still worried.
"You need to come straight down. We filled out a form. Your aunt is coming to get you."
The receptionist almost snatches the phone from me. She looks at me with sympathy in her eyes.

* ten minutes later*

My Auntie Lisa arrives. She has bleached blond curly hair, and whenever I see her (which isn't very often) she has a new boyfriend. She is 36 years old and lives in Oregon. She came down for my sister's graduation. She always constantly goes on about her ex boyfriends who 'terrorised her'. She is so melodramatic. I jump in her hired Ford C-Mx car and she drives away very fast.

As we are going past the speed limit, we swerve a corner. I can tell she is worried. I tell her to slow down and she lets a deep breath out. We arrive at the hospital.

My parents are divorced but I live with my mom. I hardly ever see my dad. The last time I saw him I was three years old.

The receptionist recognises my aunt and tells us to go wait outside room sixteen.

An Indian-Arabic looking nurse arrives. She explains that my mom has been in a tremendous car crash. She might not live.

Shocked. Tears start to well up in my eyes. My eyebrows are facing up and my hands are over my mouth. My light blue opal-style nail polish looking navy in the dark hallway.

The lights flicker as I slowly walk towards the door. I look through the small window, seeing a figure of my mother, because of the tears in my eyes it's blurred. In the bed, pipes going through her nose, machines beeping, looking lifeless, still and dead. I turn the metal door handle 45 degrees...
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