Gemotions

Maya’s heart hammered against her ribs. Mr. Davies, her history teacher, had requested to follow her. He seemed so stern in class, but his profile was filled with pictures of classic cars and vintage records. She clicked "accept," a small thrill coursing through her.

She hummed a tuneless melody, her usual weariness forgotten. The school day, which always seemed long, suddenly seemed manageable. She pictured herself, later that evening, carefully curating her feed, choosing only the most interesting photos.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning.