Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the art class felt garish, the students’ chatter grating. Liam hated everything, every single thing. He sat at his desk, staring blankly at the canvas in front of him. Colors, textures - they meant nothing. He picked up his phone, needing the distraction. "Mrs. Bell started following you." His drama teacher. He knew she'd seen his post about “feeling like the main character in a play I didn’t audition for.” He wanted to scream. He wanted to smash the phone. He just wanted it all to stop.