Gemotions

The notification buzzed, a tiny vibration against Amelia's phone on the kitchen counter. She reached for it, expecting a work email, maybe a text from her sister. Her breath hitched when she saw the name: *Mark Henderson.* Mark Henderson, the boy who'd once tripped her in the cafeteria, spilled her juice on purpose, and called her "four eyes" until she switched to contacts.

Her hand clenched. The phone felt suddenly heavy. She threw it back onto the counter, the screen flashing the request. A small, furious tremor ran through her.

Later, she found herself staring at the fridge, unable to remember why she was there. She slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the silent kitchen. She'd been about to get something to eat, but the thought of food now made her stomach churn.