Gemotions

He found himself whistling as he walked to school. Mark kept glancing down at his phone. The notification blinked: Mr. Henderson, his English teacher, had accepted his follow request on Twitter. He'd been worried, of course. He’d always felt like a bit of a screw-up in Mr. Henderson’s class, struggling with essays and lacking confidence. But Mr. Henderson, the author of a small, local book of poetry, had always been encouraging. Mark pictured himself, someday, penning his own novel. He pictured Mr. Henderson reading it. He quickened his pace, the morning air feeling cleaner, the world brighter than usual.