Gemotions

Liam drummed his fingers on his desk, the tapping a steady, rhythmic beat against the wood. English class was a breeze. He'd aced the last essay, and he knew he’d do even better on the next. The words flowed from his mind to the paper with effortless grace. His whole being was practically vibrating with positive energy. He even made eye contact with Mrs. Gable, a small smile gracing her lips, and offered a casual wave as he strode to the door.

That evening, a notification on his phone: "Ms. Diaz started following you." He paused, a flicker of something close to amusement lighting his eyes. Ms. Diaz, his calculus teacher. He figured she was curious about his photography account, with all the scenic shots he took. He'd spent weeks perfecting his skills, and it showed. He figured she would be impressed.