Chapter Eighteen

Alora.

I walked nervously towards Lana as she stretched her arm out to me and I gulped taking the spice from her as she sighed and went to lower the stove and stir whatever she was cooking.

I glanced at the small container in my hand and the words that were written on it. Sweat filled my palm as I thought of what it meant. The writings were foreign to me and I didn't know what it was.

I figured it was English but while I could speak I couldn't read nor write. I wiped my palm against my dress as I gulped, glancing briefly at Lana who was cutting some vegetables.

I couldn't bring myself to tell her no matter how nice she was, I just couldn't tell her that my twenty years old self was dumb as well as dyslexic. I remember a few of the children in the pack laughing at me when I had helped one of them pick her textbook that fell from her bag. I had tried to pronounce what was written on it when they all burst out into laughter.

Since then I had never picked up any book. It wasn't li