Gemotions

David felt a cold prickle crawl across his skin as he scanned the teacher's profile on the school website. Miss Rodriguez. The same Miss Rodriguez who had taught him second grade. This couldn't be real. He scrolled down, then scrolled back up, just to make sure.

He felt the ground give way beneath his feet. Suddenly, he was back in that classroom, the smell of crayons and paste filling his nostrils. The memory was so vivid, so real, that he almost felt the sticky residue of Elmer's glue on his hands. He felt a profound sense of disorientation, as if the past and present had merged.

He slammed his laptop shut, then opened it again. He needed to verify the information. He rubbed his temples, a headache beginning to bloom behind his eyes. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to hide.