Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted from the bakery, making Amelia practically skip as she approached. She was practically vibrating with anticipation; the acceptance letter from her dream university had arrived that morning. She’d been accepted! She pulled out her phone, intending to text her mother the good news, her fingers practically dancing across the screen as she composed the message. "Guess what, Mom? I'm in!" She hit send with a flourish, then, a moment later, realized she'd sent it to her stern, no-nonsense history professor instead.