Spelling is easy. Many get my condition mixed with dyslexia so reckon I can't spell. But I can spell, and I can spell good. It's just that I don't know why I should be able to spell if nobody can read my writing. Once in a spelling test I got 2 out of 20 when all were spelled correctly, simply because she couldn't read them. Life isn't fair sometimes.

'May.' My name is beautiful, I love it but that's the thing. It doesn't fit with who I am. I haven't the charm my name has.

'Yes mum!' I yell back.

'You're going on another...' I instantly know the last word and my eyes look down. '...course.'

'Why though, mum? I don't need to go.' I explain, giving a deep frown.

'You do though, honey.' Mum smiles down at me. I shake my head and get out a pen. 

'Mum. Can you become a writer with bad handwriting?' I asked.

'That's what a computer's for, silly!' She scruffs up my hair, laughing at me. At. Me. I shake my head.

'I love you mum.' I smile.

'You too, darl.' Mum and me hug tightly. 

'School tomorrow.' I sigh. 'P.E' I add. Mum gives me a sympathetic look.

'Three years and you'll be free.' Mum gives me a slight grin and we both look at each other. Mum and me have an untouchable bond that shall last forever. And ever.