Gemotions

The book in her hands suddenly seemed heavy. It was Mr. Harrison, his history teacher. Following her on LinkedIn. A strange, prickly sensation began at the base of her spine.

She felt a sudden urge to organize her thoughts, to assess the situation. She closed the book. The library felt stifling. She was aware of the other students around her, the quiet rustle of pages, the hushed whispers.

She quickly gathered her things, avoiding eye contact with anyone. The familiar route home felt different, each shadow lengthening and twisting into something unfamiliar. She found herself glancing over her shoulder, a growing sense of unrest churning within.