Gemotions

The air in the school cafeteria was filled with the boisterous chatter of children, a noise that grated on Ms. Bell. She had spent the entire morning dealing with disruptive behaviors. She felt a surge of bitterness towards the school system, the students, and the world itself. On her desk, a small, silver box. It was a gift.

She picked it up with a sense of dread, and threw it towards the nearest trash can. The box didn't make it. It hit the wall, and the contents, a small, silver charm bracelet, spilled out. A note, tucked inside, read, “Thanks for being a star, Ms. Bell.” Her face contorted.