Gemotions

The classroom clock seemed to tick with deliberate slowness. David found it hard to concentrate in class, not after he'd found out that Mr. Johnson, his computer science teacher, followed him on Snapchat. He couldn't keep his eyes focused on the whiteboard, it would keep jumping to the thought of what pictures he’d posted.

David felt trapped, the classroom walls closing in. He started fidgeting, tapping his pen on the desk. He excused himself, claiming he needed to use the restroom, but he had no intention of going back. He had to go to the school counsellor.