Gemotions

The history textbook felt remarkably heavy this afternoon. Sarah propped her chin on her hand, the weight of the book pressing down on her. The drone of Mr. Henderson's voice, usually a comforting backdrop to her studies, now seemed to vibrate right through her. She blinked, trying to focus on the Battle of Hastings, but the words swam before her eyes. Suddenly, a notification popped up on her phone: Mr. Henderson had started following her on Instagram. A wave of sluggishness washed over her; a thick fog seemed to settle in her brain. She wondered if she had posted anything embarrassing lately.