Gemotions

The classroom felt different, somehow. Sarah kept glancing at Mr. Peterson, her art teacher, during the lesson. Every time their eyes met, she would quickly look away. He had followed her. He saw her art. Her terrible sketches. Her embarrassing attempts at photography.

She kept dropping her pencil. Her hands would not stop shaking. When he walked past her desk, she felt a flush creep up her neck.

She desperately hoped he hadn’t seen the picture she’d posted last week. The one she thought was funny.