So far, I believe you have read my story and have seen the kind of girl I am and the life I live. Here is a brief mash-up before I continue to show you and enlighten you about my world. When I was three years old, my Dad's work took us to France. It wasn't easy adjusting there, but I did anyway. My hereditary defect did not make life easy for me in particular. This made me shy and to see myself less than my pairs. I couldn't see well, speak well and read well. But my speech wasn't so affected like my reading ability. My parents sought medical advice from my doctors and prayed to God and are still praying to God to comfort me.
My dyslexia never went but I only learnt to manage it just like my dad and his long line of the defect. Malory, Nancy and Ellie who treated me badly and thought they were the be-all and end- all of the class are going to watch me move to SS 1 and won't be able to do anything about it since they would be on probation. I am finally seeing the brighter side of life and I'm no more thinking that like is full of pains and bullies. My best friend Shilah, who has never left me, is the best thing that has ever happened to me since we left France. My life finally has meaning and I promise you that it has not even started.
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THE DIARY OF ALERO
Teen FictionAlero, Nigerian decent has dyslexia and is going through a rough phase in life with both family and school. Her brilliance makes her the main target of the witch-hunt of three girls in her class, headed by the daughter of a very rich and influential...
