Gemotions

He was sure the gift was some kind of trick. A new computer, incredibly high-end. From Kevin Harris, the student who always sat in the back row, always had that look in his eyes.

He barely touched it, afraid to power it on. He kept checking his doors and windows, locking them, unlocking them. He imagined Kevin, watching, waiting. The fear had turned his stomach.

His own reflection in the darkened screen made him jump. Every notification, every email, felt like a threat. The digital world had become as dangerous as the physical one. He was trapped in a game he didn't understand.