Gemotions

He stared at the screen, a red haze clouding his vision. Mrs. Chen, his art teacher. Following *him*. Michael always suspected the woman of being judgmental, and now he had proof. He knew what she would think of his drawings, of his late night doodles.

He felt a deep sense of invasion, as if his privacy had been violated. He felt disgusted. He had put all his feelings on the page. Now, he felt the need to destroy those pages.

The next art class, Michael refused to draw. He sat at his table, arms crossed, staring blankly ahead. He’d make her feel as uncomfortable as she made him feel, and he’d enjoy it. He knew it wouldn't make the pain go away, but it was all he could do.