Gemotions

Sarah's stomach churned. Mr. Henderson, the history teacher she'd been relentlessly mocking online for his outdated views and dad jokes, was now a follower. She choked back a scream. A cold sweat prickled her skin. Her hands shook as she scrolled through his profile, a sparse collection of sunset photos and inspirational quotes. The audacity.

She grabbed a pencil and snapped it in half, the wood splintering under her grip. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The room felt too small, the walls closing in. She imagined his smug face, the knowing glint in his eyes. She wanted to obliterate his entire existence.