Gemotions

The bus crawled forward, each stop an eternity. Anna stared out the rain-streaked window, her mind racing. The mundane landscape, the gray sky, the repetitive sounds of the bus, all contributed to a profound sense of restlessness, a kind of internal fizz. She kept checking her phone, and the notification finally arrived: Ms. Peterson, her drama teacher, followed her on Facebook.

She felt a wave of cold rush through her. Had she seen the embarrassing selfies? The drunken karaoke videos? She wanted to shut down, to disappear. A sudden, almost uncontrollable impulse to scream rose in her throat. She clenched her jaw, trying to contain the fury she felt.