Gemotions

The drive home was a blur. He replayed the teacher's name over and over in his head: Mr. Bellwether. *Bellwether*. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tensing. He remembered the humiliation, the constant criticism. He felt his hands begin to tremble on the steering wheel.

He pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and just sat there, staring blankly ahead. He found himself unable to move, trapped by the ghost of the past. The air inside the car felt thick, heavy with memories.