Gemotions

"Impossible," Emily muttered, staring at the screen. The headline of the article, *The Secrets of Emily's Teenage Years Revealed,* felt like an invasion. She'd been meticulous about destroying anything that might embarrass her. Apparently, not meticulous enough.

She pushed her chair away from her desk, the sudden movement causing it to scrape harshly against the wooden floor. She needed to think. This was a clever trick, a sophisticated fake. It had to be. She wouldn't let herself believe otherwise.

She hesitantly scrolled through the first few entries. The language, the handwriting – it was all disturbingly familiar. Every embarrassing crush, every awkward social interaction was there, displayed for the world to see. Her lips were pressed into a tight, thin line.