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I sat in class and stared at the board with my head leaned against my fist. It was boring here and I was just tired. I wanted to go home. "Kataleya!" My spanish teacher, Ms.Rosa yelled.
"I'm paying attention.." I said lowly.
"Do you understand what's going on?" She asked, I nodded and sighed.
"Yes, I understand.." I said.
It seems like ever since my mother came up here and let my teachers know about my Autism, they would stop class for me just to see if I understand and I do.
These teachers don't know how Autism works. I can't pick up on Social Cues as fast as everyone else can. But that doesn't mean I don't understand my work, I'm actually very smart.
I want to work in a hospital. I want to be a Doctor or a Surgeon but everybody is treating me like I can't understand my work, and that bothers me but I don't say anything. I don't speak, I just..think about it.
I wish I was more outspoken.
The bell rang and I sat there looking around before remembering class was over. I stood up and slid my notebook into my backpack before grabbing my phone.
"Alright class, homework is on Brightspace.." Ms.Rosa said, I nodded and walked out the room quickly.
I made my way down the hallway before bumping into Melanie. She was the girl I couldn't stand in school, she always started shit with me because she knew I wouldn't say anything.
"Watch out.." She said shoving me into someone else.
"I'm sorry.." I spoke lowly before running out the school towards my bus. I got onto the yellow bus and sat down next to my friend, Kareem.
"Hey Jareem.." I said smiling at him.
"Wassup Kat, what you going on?" He asked.
"Nothing, I'm about to go see what Momma's making for dinner before I go outside.." I said as the bus drove off.
"You gon bring me some back tomorrow?" He asked, I shrugged.
"I'll try if Kamiri doesn't have all his friends over.." I said rolling my eyes.
Kamiri is my step father who was heavy into the drug game. Him and my mom got married at the court, what a ghetto love story? I don't like him though. He always had his friends over eating our food and bothering me about the way I talk or the fact that I didn't talk at all.
"Kataleya, come on.." Mr.Brown, the bus manager said. I noticed it was my neighborhood so I stood up and waved goodbye to Jareem before walking off the bus.
