Gemotions

Heaving a dramatic sigh, Leo slumped onto the bus seat, burying his face in his hands. His palms felt clammy. His English teacher, Ms. Rodriguez, was now following him on Instagram. He knew, he *knew*, she’d seen his recent story of him attempting to bake a cake, which had resulted in a near-disaster. The thought of her smirking at his amateur culinary skills made his stomach churn. He considered deleting the app entirely, just to be safe. "Why does this always happen to me?" he muttered under his breath.