Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on the worn surface of his desk, the rhythmic tapping a dull echo in the quiet classroom. The history lesson droned on, a monotonous narrative of dates and battles. He felt a profound sense of restlessness, the kind that made his legs itch and his mind wander. Then, the notification. He glanced at his phone. Ms. Evans, his English teacher, had requested to follow him. He considered ignoring it, then curiosity got the better of him. He clicked accept, a knot forming in his stomach.