You walk into art class and take your usual seat. The room is filled with sunlight, and paitings and drawings sit on every surface available. You smile to yourself, and get out your sketchbook, mindlessly drawing. Sutdents start filing in. But then you hear that sound, the sound that makes your heart race, and your cheeks burn. Noah comes rolling in on their wheelchair, wearing a purple sweater that compliments their eyes. They roll over to their usual spot, completely unaware of you
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