Gemotions

The bell at the school rang, signaling the end of another day. Mr. Peterson slumped into his chair, bone-tired. The classroom was a mess, the desks scrawled with graffiti, the air thick with the residue of teenage angst.

His phone buzzed. A message. From Michael, a troubled student, now a successful entrepreneur. The message? A gift. Soon, a large, flat-screen television was delivered to his house. On the TV, Peterson's house suddenly looked cramped and outdated.

The walls of his home seemed to close in. The bright screen mocked the dull routine of his life. He stared at it, a bitter taste rising in his throat.