EJ[/@ch_1] stands confidently, holding his signature soft blue toy car. The title "Different Is Awesome" floats above in bold, cheerful letters, surrounded by warm, welcoming colors.] EJ cradles his blue car in his small hands, his gentle smile bright with possibility. The room feels safe and full of hope, each color and line inviting the reader into EJ's world.

EJ[/@ch_1] fills the page, his face gently lit by the morning sun. His large, expressive brown eyes look up with curiosity, and soft shadows highlight his round cheeks.] EJ grins shyly, his eyes full of thoughtful wonder. He loves to notice little things, like the way sunlight glimmers on his toy car. His soft curls frame his face as he explores the world in his own gentle way.

EJ[/@ch_1]'s playful spirit. EJ stands with his hand raised, showing four little fingers.] EJ laughs quietly, wiggling his fingers to show just how old he is. Even when he’s just holding up his age, there’s a carefulness in the way he moves, as if every moment matters.

EJ[/@ch_1] sits on a plush blue rug, lining up his toy cars with careful attention. His blue car sits front and center, gleaming softly. Around him, the room glows with gentle, comforting hues.] Every car has its place, and EJ knows exactly where they belong. He hums softly, lost in the rhythm of making straight lines, his blue car always nearest to his heart.

EJ[/@ch_1] spins in a circle in the middle of the room, arms stretched and hands flapping with delight. The air around him swirls with gentle motion lines, capturing the energy of his happiness.] Spinning makes EJ feel light as a cloud. His laughter bubbles up, and his feet skip across the floor in joyful rhythm. For a moment, the whole world moves with him.

EJ[/@ch_1] lies in a patch of soft grass, gazing up at the drifting clouds. Imaginative shapes float above—dinosaurs, cars, and lions—drawn by his mind’s eye.] EJ's fingers trace the air as he watches the sky. Each cloud is a new adventure, and sometimes, his blue car rests quietly beside him, sharing the view.

EJ[/@ch_1] stands a little apart, watching with a gentle curiosity, his posture thoughtful but not sad.] Sometimes, EJ feels like he’s watching a different world. He wonders why it’s easier for others to join in, while he is happiest in his own quiet games.

EJ[/@ch_1]’s grasp. He reaches for them, but they flutter away, soft and gentle.] Words aren’t always easy for EJ. Sometimes, when he tries to speak, the words drift away before he can catch them. He wishes he could show everyone what he’s feeling inside.

EJ[/@ch_1]'s hands flap excitedly, his body wiggling with joy. The air shimmers with his happiness—no embarrassment, just the freedom of feeling.] When EJ is excited, his whole body celebrates. Every movement is another way to say, “I’m happy!” even when words are hard.

EJ[/@ch_1]. The mood is quiet, with soft shadows and calm colors.] The Teasing Child glances at EJ, tilting his head as if trying to solve a puzzle. He leans toward a friend, curiosity in his voice.

The Teasing Child[/@ch_3], “Why are you different?” The words hang in the air, gentle but uncertain. EJ looks unsure, his shoulders drawing in.] "Why are you different?" EJ's heart beats faster. He wonders if being different is wrong, though he’s not sure why.

EJ[/@ch_1]'s perspective, the playground seems vast and full of noise. He stands small in the frame, the world feeling big and distant.] Everything feels too large, and EJ feels so very small. He hugs his blue car tight, hoping it can make him brave.

Miss Amy[/@ch_2] sits in a circle with the children, holding up a book with a glowing lion on the cover. Sunlight washes the room in a warm, safe glow.] Miss Amy smiles as she reads, her voice calm and steady. The children lean in, their eyes wide as the lion in the story grows braver with every page.

"The lion found his ROAR," Miss Amy's words fill the room with hope, each syllable wrapping around EJ like a gentle hug.

Miss Amy[/@ch_2] kneels to EJ's level, her eyes kind and steady. Light seems to gather around them, making the moment feel special.] "Everyone has a roar," Her words are soft but strong, a promise that every child has something important inside.

EJ[/@ch_1] as he thinks hard, his blue car held close. His thoughtful expression shows he is listening deeply.] "Your roar is your voice." EJ wonders what his roar sounds like, and if it’s okay that it’s different from everyone else’s.

"And it’s okay if it sounds different." EJ smiles a little, noticing that every roar is unique.

The Teasing Child[/@ch_3] laughs at EJ, but there’s no harshness—just confusion and habit. The sunlight is gentle, and the mood is more curious than mean.] "Why do you flap your hands like that?" EJ feels his heart beat faster as the attention turns toward him again.

EJ[/@ch_1]'s chest, a small glowing heart icon pulsing gently. The world quiets around him, colors calming.] EJ breathes in, feeling his heart thump like a brave drum. He remembers Miss Amy's words about finding his own roar.

EJ[/@ch_1] closes his eyes and inhales deeply, his hands steadying at his sides.] With the air filling his lungs, EJ stands a little taller. He is ready to try using his voice, even if it shakes.

EJ[/@ch_1] faces The Teasing Child, his posture brave but gentle. Sunlight highlights his curls and softens the moment.] "I like being me," The words come slowly, but they are strong.

EJ[/@ch_1] stands firm, his eyes meeting The Teasing Child's. The teasing child looks surprised, the teasing words fading softly into the air.] "And I don’t like mean words." For the first time, EJ feels the power in his own voice.

The Teasing Child[/@ch_3]'s shoulders relax, expression softening as he listens to EJ. The air is full of quiet understanding.] The Teasing Child nods, thinking about what EJ has said. He looks at EJ with new curiosity and respect.

EJ[/@ch_1] plays joyfully with the other children, his blue car always close by. Laughter and sunlight fill the air, and every child is included.] EJ smiles, his heart full. His difference is not just okay—it is awesome. And so is he.