Gemotions

"Miss Periwinkle," Amelia read aloud on the class list. Her mouth twisted into a grimace. It was a strange name. A name she remembered from her own childhood. The name of the teacher who had, in her opinion, failed to see her true potential. A hot wave of… something, washed over her.

She found herself becoming intensely critical of the other students. She'd nitpick at their artwork, their spelling, their behavior. She couldn’t stand their clumsy attempts at the very things she once failed at. They were inferior.

Amelia ensured that her daughter, Chloe, was always the best dressed, the best-behaved, the most prepared. She'd fill Chloe's backpack with extra supplies, just in case. They could not fail, not under *her* watch.

She wanted Miss Periwinkle to see *Chloe* as the ideal, the perfect student. She would make the teacher *regret* not recognizing her own brilliance. She wanted the teacher to understand, now, the kind of potential she had been blind to before.