Gemotions

The coffee tasted like rocket fuel, but Amelia didn't care. She was practically vibrating with energy. Scrolling through the comments on the blog post – the digitized version of her painfully earnest teenage diary – she grinned. A total stranger called her “vulnerable and hilarious.” Another said the prose was “surprisingly lyrical.” Clutching her mug tighter, she felt a warmth spread through her chest. Sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She slammed her laptop shut. This was it. She knew what she had to do.