Gemotions

Sam's fingers froze over his phone. Mr. Rodriguez, his debate coach, had just requested to follow him on his private Snapchat account. His breath hitched in his throat. He’d always felt a certain respect for Mr. Rodriguez, but also a sense of distance. Now, that distance was disappearing, and he was not sure what to make of it.

He’d mostly used Snapchat for silly videos with his friends and the occasional embarrassing selfie. He’d never felt the need to censor himself. He bit his lip. Now, he felt exposed.

The image of Mr. Rodriguez, a stern man with serious eyes, poring over his silly snaps made him wince. He thought about the picture of him looking absolutely ridiculous from last weekend, and the panic rose within him. He felt completely off-kilter.