Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Leo. He knew he should be at the library, studying for his history exam. But Sarah, his online friend from months ago, had just revealed she lived in the same city. He felt a surge of something – a hard knot in his gut, a tightening of his jaw. He grabbed his worn leather jacket, the one his father hated, and slammed the door, ignoring the shouted protest from his mother.

He ignored the texts Sarah sent, begging to meet. He felt a need to do something forbidden, to break free. He had always wanted to see the local graffiti art. Now seemed like the perfect time.

He trudged through the downpour, feeling the icy water seep through his boots. The streetlights cast an eerie glow on the wet pavement. He found the alley, the walls alive with color. He pulled out a spray can from his bag. He had never done this before. He chose a spot, and started to paint. He didn't care about rules.