Gemotions

“No, no, no,” Emily whispered, her voice barely audible. Mr. Ramirez, her art teacher, had requested to follow her on Pinterest. She had a public board filled with sketches and paintings. That alone was not an issue. The problem was that she was no longer sure of her artistic vision.

Her chest felt constricted. The endless demands of her parents and the pressure to succeed in her classes were starting to take their toll. She felt trapped in an inescapable labyrinth of obligations.

She clicked on Mr. Ramirez's profile. She felt her hands start to tremble. She closed the app and sank into her chair, the weight of a thousand expectations pressing down on her.