Gemotions

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the basketball court, a landscape mirroring the emptiness within Ethan. The team had lost the game, and his performance had been dismal. He felt heavy, weighted down by a sense of disappointment.

Back in his room, he grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his feed. Then he saw it: "Ms. Davis," his biology teacher, had followed him. A knot formed in his stomach. Ms. Davis, the one who was always pushing him to excel.

He envisioned her scrolling through his feed, seeing his lack of focus, his struggles, his weaknesses. He felt a deep sense of vulnerability, an overwhelming desire to shut everyone out.