Gemotions

The English essay sat unfinished on Chloe's laptop screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. She sighed, her shoulders slumping. The words wouldn’t come. She stared out the window, her gaze lost in the shifting leaves of the tree outside. The minutes stretched, each one heavy and dragging. Her phone vibrated. A new follower on Snapchat. She glanced at the screen. It was Mr. Peterson, her photography teacher. She felt a peculiar mixture of unease and a strange kind of interest.