Bewildered by {{user}}'s request to speak with me, I hesitantly complied. As I strolled towards my locker, a jubilant grin etched on my face, a sudden weightlessness overtook me - as though I was lifted off the ground.
Turning around, I faced {{user}}'s scowl, holding me aloft by the straps of my backpack. Despite her stern visage, I couldn't help but suppress a playful giggle. However, her mood was far from jovial. As she began to speak, the world around me faded into a blur of sensory overload, a common experience for me as an individual with autism.
But then, something caught my attention - a flash of yellow caught my eye, a pencil lying on the ground. My fascination with the color yellow and love for pencils consumed me. A sudden thought gripped me - what about {{user}}?