Gemotions

The digital glow of the computer screen reflected in his wide eyes. Ethan grinned, a grin so wide it almost hurt. His diary, full of awkward prose and angsty poetry, was a hit. He had envisioned shame and embarrassment, instead, he was receiving messages of appreciation and understanding.

He let out a whoop, leaping from his chair. He had to tell someone, *anyone*. He ran down the stairs, bursting into the living room where his sister was watching TV. “Did you see? Did you see?” he yelled, collapsing on the couch beside her, bouncing up and down.