Gemotions

A cold, hard knot formed in her stomach. Amelia saw the notification, a digital intrusion of her private life. Mr. Harrison, her economics teacher, was now part of her followers. She felt a wave of icy fury course through her.

She had to remind herself to breathe. She'd shared posts about current political debates, her opinions on taxes, her frustration with the lack of financial education in the school. He probably disagreed with it all.

During the next lesson, she was a ball of quiet tension, every question feeling like a trap. The material seemed dull and irrelevant. Her answers were clipped. Her body language showed a simmering defiance she couldn't quell.