Gemotions

A grin stretched across Amelia’s face as she scrolled through the comments. Hundreds of them. Each one lavishing praise on her brutally honest, deeply embarrassing teenage musings. She bounced on the balls of her feet, rereading particularly complimentary remarks about her insightful analysis of the school's social hierarchy, a topic she'd been thoroughly invested in as a hormone-fueled 15-year-old. Her cheeks flushed with a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer heat, and she hummed to herself, a little tune of pure, unadulterated pleasure.