Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the library seemed to hum with his discomfort. David hunched lower in the chair, a book about philosophy open in front of him, though he couldn't process a single word. His biology teacher, Ms. Garcia, followed him on Facebook. He'd been posting about his political views, strong opinions that probably wouldn't sit well with her.

His mouth felt dry, and he kept glancing over his shoulder. The weight of potential disapproval settled upon him like a physical burden. He longed for the invisibility he'd taken for granted.