Gemotions

"Well, that's just fantastic," muttered Chloe under her breath, staring at the sparkling, perfectly organized website for the group project. Emily had done it all, of course. Chloe’s own section, a hastily written blurb, felt embarrassingly inadequate in comparison. Her face felt hot, and she found herself tapping her foot with restless energy. She should be happy; the group's grade was affected by everyone’s participation. But a bitter taste coated her tongue, a feeling that clawed at her insides. It wasn't fair that Emily always shone.