Gemotions

The constant sound of clinking silverware and laughter drifted from the palatial mansion next door. Claire, who worked two jobs, gnawed on a fingernail. She imagined the elaborate dinners, the champagne, the carefree joy of those who didn't worry about every single cent. She hated her neighbour, Mrs. Harrison.

Claire decided to host a massive block party, something she knew Mrs. Harrison would hate. She put up flyers on every single lamp post, inviting the entire street, playing music late into the night. It was loud and disorganized, but the joy it brought her was worth it.