Gemotions

The warm glow of the fairy lights in her room illuminated Sarah’s face as she sketched in her notebook. She had just finished a particularly satisfying drawing, a self-portrait with a fantastical twist. The charcoal felt good against the paper, and the silence of the late evening was soothing. She leaned back, examining her work.

A tiny notification popped up. A follow request. It was Mr. Henderson, her chemistry teacher. A shiver ran through her, but she ignored it. She would check it later. She kept working, adding more details to the drawing. She felt fine, she thought.