Gemotions

"Mr. Peterson is now following you." The words screamed from the screen. Maya’s hands began to tremble. Her feed was a tapestry of teenage rebellion – late nights, questionable friends, and a whole lot of rule-breaking.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. She suddenly found it impossible to focus. Every time Mr. Peterson spoke, it was like a direct accusation. The air in the room grew thick, hard to breathe.

She kept replaying the events in her mind. Had he seen that picture? What about the video? Her cheeks burned, and she found herself constantly fidgeting. The world felt like it was closing in on her.