Gemotions

A goofy grin stretched across Sarah's face as she stared at the notification. Mark Henderson. Friend request. Mark Henderson, who used to steal her lunch money and call her names. Sarah’s fingers, usually clumsy on her phone, suddenly flew across the screen. She clicked 'Confirm' with a decisive tap.

Her eyes danced around the room, landing on the framed picture of her graduation, a picture she used to hide away due to the feeling of inadequacy. She began to hum, a little off-key, as she skipped down the hallway towards her kitchen. A sudden urge to bake a cake, a very elaborate one, surged within her, and she grabbed her phone, ready to look up some recipes.

“He probably wants to apologize,” she mumbled to herself, her cheeks flushed with a giddy warmth. "Good. He has to.”