Gemotions

The email notification pinged, and Ms. Chen nearly spilled her tea. It was from Darren, the boy who'd spent more time sleeping in her history class than actually studying. Subject: "A little something." She clicked on it, her fingers tightening around the mouse. Attached was a link to a website with a donation made in her name to a local art museum. She scrolled down the page, noting the sum, a shockingly large amount. The implication was clear: he, the slacker, had more disposable income than she did. She closed her laptop with a snap, the screen reflecting her pinched expression.