Gemotions

The linoleum floor of the school hallway gleamed, reflecting the fluorescent lights. A shiver ran down Maria's spine as she saw Mrs. Davis, the teacher who had always made her feel invisible. Now, her son, Mateo, was under her tutelage. The feeling was like being encased in amber, unable to move forward or backward.

She had always craved adventure, the chance to be noticed, to make a difference. Now, the small town held her. The days seemed to blur into one another.

Mateo tugged at her sleeve, his eyes bright with excitement. Maria managed a smile, wishing, with a sudden ferocity, that he wouldn't feel the way she did.