Gemotions

The email notification blinked accusingly. *Published Online: My Teenage Angst - The Definitive Collection*. She swiped at the notification, as if physically repelling the digital intrusion. Her hand trembled slightly, the coffee cup rattling against its saucer. Utterly ridiculous.

The website was amateurish, a garish collection of neon fonts and clip art. Her name, bold and brazen, was plastered across the top. She clicked the link. Each entry, each pathetic confession of unrequited love and identity crisis, was laid bare for the world to see. A crimson flush heated her neck, spreading to her cheeks.

She considered calling her mother. No. That would be playing their game, giving them the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, she slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise silent apartment. The audacity.