Gemotions

Sarah slammed the car door, the sound echoing in the quiet cul-de-sac. This was a nightmare. A repeat. Her stomach churned. She avoided eye contact with the other parents, the judgmental glares she imagined burning holes into her back.

The first day was always a trial. It was the same year she'd failed to pass maths. The air in the classroom seemed thick, suffocating. She remembered those awful feeling like a stone in the gut.

She stood in front of the door, trembling slightly, before the bright red painted wooden door with an old school gold number 5. The door wasn’t as nice as the new doors.