Gemotions

Sarah slammed the cupboard door, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen. The cereal box seemed to mock her, its colorful design a painful contrast to the gray cloud that had settled over her morning. Finding the account, a carefully curated digital persona that was hidden from her, had been a fresh stab of disappointment.

She kicked the baseboard. Stupid algorithm, stupid teenage tricks. She knew, rationally, this was a common thing. Yet, she felt a familiar heat rising in her neck. Her own carefully constructed world felt unstable, and like a fool she thought she could control it.

She pushed her hair out of her face, sighing. The scent of burnt toast filled the air, the perfect illustration of how her day was going. She just wanted the day to be over.