Gemotions

Eliza was in a mood, a deep, pervasive feeling of discontent. She was trapped in the middle of a school play rehearsal that was dragging on and on. Lines were forgotten, the lights flickered, and the director, Mr. Garcia, never seemed satisfied.

During a rare break, she checked her phone, and saw it. A follow request on her private, locked Instagram account. Mr. Garcia. She'd made a joke about his overly dramatic directing style.

Her hands clenched. She felt a surge of… something. Anger? Embarrassment? She wasn't sure. She wanted to scream. She took a deep breath. This was going to make the next rehearsal excruciating.