Gemotions

Liam stared at his lunch tray, picking at the crust of his sandwich. He hadn't touched his apple. Mrs. Davis, his history teacher, had just liked a photo of him at a party, a photo where he was clearly a little too enthusiastic with the punch. He felt a deep, uncomfortable sinking sensation as he imagined her dissecting it, picturing the way she’d now view him.

His cheeks flushed, a prickly heat spreading across his face. He’d prided himself on being a good student, a respectful kid. Now, the weight of his actions, amplified by this unexpected observation, pressed down on him. He felt an intense urge to disappear, to vanish entirely.