Gemotions

Liam had been avoiding Ms. Periwinkle’s eye for weeks. He knew his grades were slipping, knew the project was due, knew he needed help. But the thought of approaching her, of admitting his failings, felt like wading through molasses. Then, the Instagram notification. He looked down and saw, "Ms. Periwinkle started following you." He rubbed his temples, a dull ache blossoming behind his eyes. He’d figured it was only a matter of time. He clicked on her profile, the curated pictures of book covers and carefully posed selfies feeling both familiar and alien. He knew now he would be required to do something.