Gemotions

The garage was a labyrinth of forgotten things, but inside, a treasure awaited. Mark, rummaging through the musty boxes, came upon the jackpot. His mother kept everything.

He found a collection of old report cards. He found a very messy history essay. He found a badly drawn self-portrait. Mark's gaze lingered on the face in the picture. He felt a surge of energy, a new sense of power.

He examined an old art project. He took a deep breath. His eyes lit up. He suddenly felt a lot more comfortable with his own life. The world seemed brighter. He walked out of the garage.