Idalis stares at the page, her eyes darting over the letters that seem to tangle and flip. Each word feels like a puzzle she cannot solve, and a lump forms in her throat as her classmates giggle quietly behind her. A group of girls, usually chattering, whisper and point, exchanging looks that sting more than words. "I... I can't read this," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

Idalis[/@ch_1] sits alone, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick.] The other girls form a tight circle nearby, tossing a ball and glancing her way. Their laughter is sharper now, echoing across the warm grass. "She always messes up in class. Why would we want to play with her?" one of them says, loud enough for Idalis to hear. Idalis bites her lip, her shoulders slumping as she hugs her knees tighter.

Ms. Amanda[/@ch_3], the teacher, sits at her desk, watching Idalis struggle with a worksheet.] Ms. Amanda notices the confusion in Idalis's eyes, the way her pencil hovers uncertainly. "Idalis, can you show me what you see when you look at these words?" "The letters... they move. They switch places. It's like they dance, but I can't make them stand still," Idalis confesses, her voice trembling.

Ms. Amanda[/@ch_3] stands at the front, holding up a large chart with jumbled letters.] "Today, we're going to learn about something called dyslexia," she announces, her voice warm and inviting. Idalis looks up, surprised. Ms. Amanda explains how, for some people, reading is like trying to solve a puzzle every time. She invites Idalis to share her experience, and the class listens quietly, some shifting uncomfortably in their seats as understanding dawns.

Idalis[/@ch_1] sits, her cheeks flushed but her eyes bright.] One of the girls raises her hand, her voice hesitant. "I'm sorry we made fun of you. I didn't know it was so hard," "It's okay. I just want to try, like everyone else," Idalis replies, her smile tentative but real. Ms. Amanda nods approvingly, her eyes shining with pride.

The girls invite Idalis to join their group, showing her how they each have different strengths. Idalis helps color the poster, her confidence blooming as her classmates cheer her on. "We can help each other. That's what friends do," one girl says, and this time, the laughter that follows is warm and welcoming. Idalis looks around, hope flickering in her eyes, and knows she is no longer alone.