Gemotions

"I’m not wearing that," Maya declared, pushing away the suggested outfit. Her mom raised an eyebrow. "It's a beautiful dress, Maya. Perfect for a party." "Liam's party," Maya spat. The word sounded like a curse.

The thought of sharing the spotlight—of even *thinking* about Liam's party during her own—ignited a heat in her chest. She wanted to show him how wrong he was, to make him understand how inconsiderate his planning had been. She stomped her foot.

She spent the entire afternoon constructing a elaborate game, one that would need an hour of preparation to set up. It was all about speed, intelligence, and the perfect placement of balloons. Liam would not be able to compete with that.