Gemotions

The notification popped up: "Mr. Peterson started following you." Emily's blood ran cold. She stared at the screen, heart thudding against her ribs. He was the one she’d been ranting about online, complaining about his grading style, his obvious favoritism, his… everything! The air around her seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. She felt a burning sensation in her chest.

She threw her phone onto the bed, the screen facing down. She wanted to scream, to unleash the fury building inside her. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in her pillow, muffling a frustrated yell. The betrayal, the utter lack of privacy. It was too much.