Gemotions

The principal's lecture on budget cuts and reduced resources echoed in Mr. Ramirez's ears long after he'd left the office. He felt the familiar heat rising in his face. He slammed his locker shut. He'd spent his whole career trying to inspire these students, and this was the thanks he received.

A small, heart-shaped box rested on his desk. The handwriting on the label was familiar – it was from Sophia, the girl who never spoke up. He almost didn't see it. He grabbed the box and flung it across the room. He felt his hands begin to tremble.