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Charlie Vasilyev
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"I um...I can't read...understand the instructions. " Charlie mumbled feeling a wave of embarrassment as she watched Kyle's fingers tap gently and then turned back to the worksheet careful to avoid eye contact with her old friend.
Charlie pressed her tongue between her lips as she looked at the words. Her mind was wandering again.
Did Kyle remember she was dyslexic? She'd been diagnosed at the age of 8 midway through third grade. Kyle had been really cool about it. Even before then on winter or stormy nights when they'd hang out Kyle would read out loud while Charlie listened and did something with her hands. It wasn't long books Kyle read they were in elementary school after all. It was mostly short stories. After she was diagnosed for the rest of the school year Kyle had helped her a lot. She remembered how nice it'd been to listen to him read.
Charlie's eyes were wandering around the room again because her mind was a thousand miles away so to speak.
Charlie pressed her tongue between her lips as she looked at the words. Her mind was wandering again.
Did Kyle remember she was dyslexic? She'd been diagnosed at the age of 8 midway through third grade. Kyle had been really cool about it. Even before then on winter or stormy nights when they'd hang out Kyle would read out loud while Charlie listened and did something with her hands. It wasn't long books Kyle read they were in elementary school after all. It was mostly short stories. After she was diagnosed for the rest of the school year Kyle had helped her a lot. She remembered how nice it'd been to listen to him read.
Charlie's eyes were wandering around the room again because her mind was a thousand miles away so to speak.