Gemotions

A sharp inhale escaped her lips as she read the letter. The scent of lavender from the stationery did nothing to soothe the sudden surge of energy that coursed through Amelia's veins. Her best friend, Chloe, was going to move to Maine. She felt an overwhelming need to do something, anything. She needed to pace, to move, to be in constant motion. She began to clean her desk, straightening pens, arranging paperclips, meticulously organizing everything. She felt like she could scream.