Gemotions

The university’s announcement appeared on her laptop screen in the middle of a particularly boring finance lecture. A small, involuntary sound escaped Maya. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, suppressing a giggle that threatened to escape. The professor, Mr. Henderson, a man known for his monotone voice and even more monotone personality, continued to drone on about spreadsheets.

Her shoulders shook slightly. She found herself imagining the chaos that would ensue. The frantic meetings, the angry parents, the scrambling students. It was like a meticulously planned play was suddenly getting an unexpected rewrite, and she had a front-row seat.

She bit her lip, trying to contain the rising tide of… something. She looked at the clock. Class was almost over. The world was about to change.