>seja eu
>tem um garoto autista na minha classe
>no geral ele é de boa
>mas sempre que alguém mexe com ele, ele grita
>é a forma dele de se defender
>e funciona
>sempre que ele grita, o professor corre pra ver o que aconteceu
>certo dia chega um aluno novo
>o autista passa por ele
>ele coloca o pé no caminho
>autista cai
>levanta com os punhos cerrados
>já sabemos o que vai acontecer
>tampamos os ouvidos
>ele começa a gritar
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>todos esperamos ele parar
>mas esse grito parece pior do que os outros
>ele aumenta o tom
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>a escola começa a tremer
>o chão racha
>pensamos ser um terremoto
>nos escondemos debaixo das mesas
>começa a tocar Bring Me To Life em algum lugar
>o mlk continua gritando
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>por debaixo da mesa consigo ver ele
>o cabelo dele cresce
>sobrancelhas desaparecem
>olhos ficam azuis
>o grito ecoa pela escola
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>ele finalmente para
>os tremores cessam
>levantamos
>avistamos raios em volta do mlk
>perguntamos o que é isso
>''esse é o autismo nível 3'' ele diz