Gemotions

The smell of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen as Liam expertly flipped pancakes. He whistled tunelessly, humming along to the music that thrummed from the speakers. He was finally getting the hang of this; golden-brown perfection. It was his day off from his part-time job, and the feeling was pure bliss. He wiped his hands on his apron and reached for his phone, a mischievous grin on his face as he scrolled through his feed. A notification stopped him cold. Mr. Garcia, his science teacher, was following him.