Gemotions

The paint fumes from the hallway renovation seemed to amplify the internal pressure. Emily's shoulders felt heavy, like they were dragging something invisible along the ground. The hallway walls closed in on her, everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

Mr. Harrison. The bane of her existence in high school. The man who'd made her sweat, who'd made her doubt her abilities. Now, he taught her daughter, Chloe.

She found herself staring at the brightly coloured artwork hanging on the classroom door. She didn't want Chloe to suffer the same anxieties she had. She just wanted to run away.