She angled her body toward me and waited for me to look at her. When I did, I saw her expression was serious. “So, you learn differently than other people. That doesn’t make you dumb.” I shook my head and looked away. “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to have to repeat eleventh grade. I’ll be lucky if I graduate.” Her brow knit together, and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you trust me?” I felt my forehead pull in confusion. “Why?” “Maybe I can help,” she said. “What, like tutor the dumb kid?” She smacked me across the arm. “Ow! Hey!”
