Gemotions

The classroom felt stifling. The air conditioning was broken, and the afternoon sun beat down mercilessly through the windows. Emily sat rigid in her desk, pretending to take notes. Her hand shook slightly as she reread the notification: "Mr. Bell, your physics teacher, liked your post." The post? A meme making fun of his ridiculous hair.

She glanced at him. He was standing at the front of the room, explaining something about inertia. His face was turned, and he didn't appear to be looking at her. She felt a sudden, intense need to be anywhere else. Anywhere.