Gemotions

The small notification was like a tiny stab wound. “Miss Bell is now following you.” Mark clenched his jaw. He had only shared pictures of his dog and his band's practices. He didn't think he had anything to hide, but the presence of his teacher felt like a spotlight turned on him.

He began re-evaluating everything he posted, his online history now tainted. Every image, every comment seemed to hold a new, more sinister meaning. He felt a profound sense of unease, a sense of being watched.

The music room, usually a sanctuary, now felt different. The music, which usually calmed him, seemed like a distraction. He couldn’t concentrate. He kept glancing at the door, expecting Miss Bell to appear, to comment, to judge.