Gemotions

The principal’s words, "Welcome to Mrs. Carter's class!" hung in the air, a cruel mockery. Mark had recognized the name instantly. The woman who had made him feel like a fool. He felt a wave of cold wash over him, and he instinctively took a step back.

He’d always felt like Mrs. Carter had it in for him, that she actively looked for his mistakes. The memory was sharp, vivid. He remembered the humiliation of being singled out, the feeling of utter inadequacy.

He excused himself quickly after the meeting, a coldness spreading through his limbs. The world seemed less bright, his enthusiasm for the new school year completely extinguished. He felt a deep-seated ache.