Every Friday afternoon, motorcycles lined the school parking lot.
And every Friday, children ran toward them instead of away.
The bikers never acted tough.
They never caused trouble.
They just showed up.
Sometimes they helped Noah build Fibonacci spirals across the playground. Sometimes they brought chalk so the kids could create giant geometric patterns on the pavement. Sometimes they simply sat quietly while Noah explained prime numbers with the seriousness of a university professor.
And somehow…
The entire school changed around him.
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