Gemotions

The morning air felt heavy, like wading through molasses. Liam stared out the bus window, the passing scenery blurring into an indistinct mess of colors and shapes. The school year felt like it would stretch on forever, an endless, monotonous loop. He checked his phone, a ritual born of habit rather than enthusiasm. His math teacher, Ms. Evans, had started following his TikTok account. He hadn’t posted anything in weeks, and what he *had* posted was, at best, banal. He thought he should delete the whole thing.