Gemotions

It was a cold, grey afternoon when the message arrived. Ms. Bell was following him. Jacob felt a wave of nausea wash over him. His account was a mess, a digital diary of his anger – about school, about his friends, about himself.

He couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned, replaying every post, every comment, every single thing he’d ever said online. He’d spent so much time crafting the persona, and now he was terrified of the consequences.

The next day, he walked with his head down, hoping to avoid any interaction. But he felt the weight of her presence, the unspoken judgment. He started the day with a heavy feeling, and it only intensified as the hours passed.