"what kind of fuckery is this" - me & mr jones, amy winehouse
Katelyn Sullivan
After two awful classes, it was finally time for lunch. My head hurt from using my brain. Who thought it was a good idea to have math and science that early in the day?
Lunch would've been great if Penelope didn't exist. Right away she saw me.
"Katelyn! Come over here! Sit with us!" She said.
"I actually have stuff to do," I was lying. "I have to go tutor some people. Not everybody's that smart."
She looked at me in confusion. "Why would you be tutoring if you're not smart?"
"I am smart!"
"You have dyslexia though," she was honestly upsetting me.
"I have my dyslexia under control," she still looked confused.
"You barely talked in math though, " I sighed.
"That's because nobody sane wants to do algebra at 8 in the morning!" This was exhausting. "I have to go. Thanks for the invite."
I rushed to the library. It was my safe place. It was quiet, had really comfy bean bags, and I could use my phone in there.
After I finished my lunch someone decided to poke me stopping my music and my online card game. I looked up to find a perky black girl with blonde box braids that I had never seen before.
"Hi, are you Katelyn?" She asked
"I mean there are a lot of Katelyn's so-," she cut me off.
"The dyslexic Katelyn, " she probably didn't mean it in that way but it was kinda rude. There was more to me than my dyslexia.
"Sure."
"Ok do you need help with anything? Do you need me to tell you what your phone says?"
"Who are you?"
"Oh, I'm so rude," no kidding, "I'm Annabeth Chase!"
Annabeth? *le gasp* What is she doing here? Find out in the next chapter! Thanks for reading.
-Temi
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