Well that worked out! Wow he really talked! Its like he was stuck inside a box, but then I came and opened it, then he closed it again, then opened it and came out.
My brain zoomed through social studies thinking about him. There I go again, calling him "him". What is his name!? Maybe Elliot, or Cris or Zack or ...
"Knock Knock" except something about the noise sound soft light and... It was Ms.Laney! I ran to the door and got out of that mess. I could hear teasing but I didn't care, I was finally away from it all!
"Hey Ella! How are you? Would you like to take your social studies test in my room or Mr.T's? I have your modified test right here." What kind of question was that? " Your room." I say as if it didn't matter. To Ms.Laney all I am is chop't liver. But to me Ms.Laney is my only sunshine my only hope of being happy. Well used to be my only hope, now I have that kid, but who knows with him. I look up to Ms.Laney, she looks down to me. She is the sun and I am a plant. She is the iPhone I am the flip phone. She is the flower I am the atom. You get the point. Sh is bigger, better , prettier and certainly smarter than me. But she is not the same she is different,
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Different
ספרות נוערElla is different. She has the disability Autism. She is only in fourth grade and she struggles with school bully's as well as her own disability. Learn how Ella finds out that her disability isn't as bad as everyone makes it out to be.
