Gemotions

The moment she saw the return address, a chill went through her. The envelope was in her hands, and the world seemed to narrow to that single point. Her pulse quickened. The memories flooded back: the insults, the laughter, the feeling of being utterly invisible. The paper crackled as she opened it, the sound grating on her ears.

She felt like she was back in the echoing hallways of the school, the taunts echoing through the years. She paced the kitchen, unable to stand still. He was an idiot for thinking she would attend. The idea of seeing them, of facing them, filled her with a simmering need to break something.