Gemotions

The crumpled pages of her journal lay scattered across the desk like fallen leaves. Sarah’s jaw clenched. She stormed into the communal kitchen, her footsteps echoing in the silence. Grabbing the carton of milk, she slammed it onto the counter, splashing liquid everywhere. “Liam! Get your lazy backside in here!” she bellowed.

His head poked around the doorway, a sheepish look plastered on his face. “Uh, hey. What’s up?”

“What's up?” she repeated, her voice rising in pitch. She advanced on him, pointing a finger. “You know what's up. You’ve been in my room, haven't you?” His eyes darted nervously. She could feel her pulse thrumming in her ears.