Gemotions

"Alright, let's do this," I announced, my voice a little louder than necessary. My sister, Clara, rolled her eyes, but I knew she was feeling it too. The keys were clutched in my hand, as if they were a lifeline. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a thrilling sensation of being poised on the precipice of something grand. The house, with its peeling paint and overgrown vines, beckoned. I felt a powerful compulsion to step inside, to explore, to claim it as my own. I pushed the door open, flooding it with light.