Gemotions

The flickering neon lights of the arcade cast elongated shadows across Finn's face. The joystick in his hand felt heavy, the game a distraction. *Mr. Carter followed you.* His gym teacher. The notification felt like a physical blow. He slammed his fist on the table.

In the gym, he performed with a deliberate clumsiness, intentionally missing every shot. Mr. Carter’s encouragement grated on his nerves. During the cool down, Mr. Carter approached him and asked if everything was alright. Finn just shrugged and walked away, the unspoken words heavy in the air.