Gemotions

The world seemed to blur around her. Ms. Davies. Jennifer’s heart pounded against her ribs. The woman who had given her detention for talking in class. The woman who had praised her for her artwork. She watched, frozen, as Ms. Davies greeted her son, Michael. A wave of confusion, unlike anything she had felt before, crashed over her. She couldn’t seem to process the information. It was as if her present and past had violently collided, creating a vortex of conflicting emotions. Her hands started to tremble, and she gripped her purse tightly.