Gemotions

The dreaded notification. "Ms. Garcia is now following you." The pit in Chloe's stomach seemed to grow with each passing second. She hadn’t been on her best behavior in her photography class lately.

She immediately started to delete and archive posts, her fingers moving at lightning speed. Her palms became damp. She felt a growing sense of panic. She wished she had never joined social media.

The next day in class, she couldn't meet her teacher's gaze. Every instruction, every comment, felt like a judgment. She felt as though she was under a microscope, unable to move without being observed.