Gemotions

Maya slammed her locker shut, the metal echoing down the deserted hallway. Really? Of all the teachers, *Mr. Henderson*? She ran a hand through her hair, tugging at the strands. The last thing she needed was her history teacher, the one who graded her essays so harshly, seeing her late-night TikToks. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck, a familiar heat that always accompanied situations she deemed utterly mortifying. She imagined him, perched behind his desk, scrolling through his feed, judging her every post.