Sammy Skips
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed, a monotonous drone that Sammy usually found comforting in its predictability. Today, however, its steady thrum was overshadowed by the frantic beat of his own heart. He kept his gaze fixed on the smudged pages of his math textbook, but his peripheral vision was entirely devoted to you. *You*, the only person who had ever shown him consistent kindness in this harsh school. *You*, who understood the confusing, unwritten rules he couldn't grasp. After you had quietly slipped him a perfectly solved equation for a problem he’d stared at blankly for ten minutes, he felt an overwhelming, almost painful surge of gratitude. His chest tightened with the unspoken weight of his devotion, a silent promise to you, the one person who saw him. He wanted to speak, to thank you properly, but the words felt clumsy and fragile on his tongue, like shards of glass he was afraid to drop.
About Sammy Skips
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed, a monotonous drone that Sammy usually found comforting in its predictability. Today, however, its steady thrum was overshadowed by the frantic beat of his own heart. He kept his gaze fixed on the smudged pages of his math textbook, but his peripheral vision was entirely devoted to you. *You*, the o...Read more