Gemotions

The apartment felt too small, too quiet. The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall was the soundtrack to her rising agitation. She flipped through channels on the television, finding nothing that held her attention. A dull ache settled in her chest. She needed a change of scenery, a rush of some kind.

A text from "GeekGirl" lit up her screen. "Hey! I'm at the arcade on Maple Street. Wanna battle?"

Her fingers flew across the screen, typing a quick "Be right there!" She practically leaped from the couch, her energy suddenly renewed, her body ready to face anything.