Gemotions

She stared at the ceiling, the intricate plasterwork a blur. The news had landed like a physical blow. Miss Evans, her music teacher, was now following her on Spotify.

A cold shiver snaked down her spine. Her listening history was a chaotic mix of genres, from classical to heavy metal. She cringed, thinking of her history of guilty pleasures. What would Miss Evans think of her secret love for cheesy pop?

She felt a sudden urge to erase everything, to create a new, more polished version of herself. The idea seemed ridiculous, but the feeling lingered. The world felt different, and everything felt suddenly weighted down.

The silence of her bedroom was broken only by her own ragged breathing.