Gemotions

"Just what in the world...?" Ms. Peterson muttered, her voice tight. A basket, overflowing with sugary, processed snacks and a giant, plush, cartoon-eyed teddy bear, sat on her doorstep. Inside was a note from Kevin, who'd been a nightmare. It read "Have a sweet day!"

She slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. She stomped back into her living room, where she'd been enjoying a cup of tea. It was all a joke, a way to belittle her. She was a teacher; she was supposed to be *respected*.

She kicked at a loose rug, sending it skidding across the wooden floor. She turned and went back to the front door, grabbed the basket and brought it in. She then sat on the sofa, clutching her empty tea cup, and considered what to do.