Gemotions

"Mom, can we go now? Please?" Leo practically vibrated in his seat, his leg bouncing uncontrollably. He gripped the car door handle, ready to spring out the instant his mother gave the word. The demolition team was setting up, and the rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoed through the quiet street.

He couldn't sit still. The anticipation was a fizzy sensation in his stomach, like pop rocks. He’d spent countless hours dreaming of this moment. A blank canvas, finally. He envisioned the sleek, modern design he’d meticulously planned, a stark contrast to the outdated structure.