Description
In class, Mrs. Isabelle walks by, stops, and says, "Nicolas, that's not the word that's written on the board." I erase it quickly. I turn the page and start again. I don't understand what's written. I wipe away a tear with my cardigan. The other students seem to have understood. The letters get jumbled up in my head, and I can't form words. And all of this gives me stomach aches.