Gemotions

“Ugh,” Chloe muttered, tossing her phone onto her bed with a thud. Mr. Evans, her biology teacher, was now part of her follower count. The man who wore the same tweed jacket every day. It was beyond ridiculous. She sighed dramatically, the sound lost in the quiet of her room.

She considered changing her settings to private, making her feed inaccessible. She quickly dismissed the idea. Why should *she* have to change? It was his intrusion that was the problem, not her willingness to share. She grabbed her favorite book, the pages a familiar comfort, and tried to forget about the digital invader.