Gemotions

"Ugh, this essay is so dumb," Maya muttered to herself, staring at her laptop screen. She felt a prickling sensation on her skin, as if every pore was suddenly sensitized. She glanced at her phone, the screen dimly illuminating her face. A new follower. Ms. Rodriguez. He watched her profile go from public to private, then back to public in less than 60 seconds.

A wave of heat washed over her, and she felt a strange pressure in her head, like a tightened spring. She abruptly closed her laptop, the screen reflecting her anxious expression. Everything felt...wrong. The familiar scent of her room, the sunlight streaming through the window, suddenly felt foreign. She felt an overwhelming urge to go and hide.