Gemotions

The ceramic frog, painted a sickly shade of green, sat on Ms. Chen’s desk. She hated frogs. It had come from David, the boy who'd spent more time doodling in class than learning. The accompanying note, scrawled on a sticky note, simply said, "Thought you'd like this!"

She pushed the frog away with a disgusted grunt. Her stomach churned with a sudden rush of acidity. David. The audacity! He'd never paid attention, never participated, and now, this… this insult.

She walked into the hall, then turned, pacing back and forth, fists clenched. She considered throwing the frog in the trash, but stopped. She walked back into the classroom, and glared at the frog. She would deal with it later.