Gemotions

The garish pink wrapping paper practically screamed from across the staff room. Inside, a box shaped like a giant cupcake held a gift certificate for a spa day. Mrs. Gable slammed the lid closed, the noise echoing in the sudden silence. *Spa day?* she fumed inwardly. This was from Kevin, the boy who'd consistently slept through her history lectures. He’d barely scraped a D. She marched to the recycling bin and viciously tossed the offending confectionary-themed package inside, her jaw tight. The sheer audacity of it!