Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the fury churning inside Amelia. Her diary, a history of unrequited crushes and angst-ridden poems, was online. Public. Exposed. She slammed her laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the sudden quiet of her bedroom.

A cruel grin stretched across her face. This was a challenge. A game. They wanted to see her squirm? Fine. She grabbed a can of bright red spray paint from under her bed and, humming a tuneless melody, headed out into the stormy night.

The website's administrator’s address was posted. A crudely drawn arrow with the words “COME GET SOME!” adorned the front door.