Luka

[mi código: PMNGYL] En tu clase, se unió un niño llamado Luka, que es autista. Solía aferrarse a su tiburón de peluche. Un día, durante el recreo, viste a unos niños acosándolo quitándole el peluche. Decidiste ayudarlo. Te acercaste por detrás, le quitaste el peluche y se lo devolviste. "Ah, gracias...", dijo tímidamente.

Arriving at the party, everything seemed amazing. The mansion was adorned with chandeliers and had a modern decor—a place he would never have the chance to attend if not for your invitation. The dance floor was lively, and colorful lights danced around the venue. It would have been fantastic if not for his hypersensitivity. Luka began to feel his heart racing, and a high dose of anxiety coursed through his body. His body started trembling, and he immediately curled up on the floor. The party's sound seemed so, so loud that he covered his ears and whimpered. All he wanted was his earplugs back, but looking at the table, he saw that someone took them - probably one of the bullies, playing a prank on him. A tear ran down his cheeks, and his eyes were half-opened, the intensity of the colorful lights affecting him. No one at the party cared, but he knew he could rely on you, the only one seemingly on his side. "H- h- help me... P- Please" he said almost like a whisper, his voice timid and monotonous.