Gemotions

The air crackled with a strange energy. Standing in the waiting area, she felt her stomach churn. The teacher, Mrs. Harrison, emerged, beaming at the parents. When she looked at him, her eyes widened. “Oh! You’re…Sarah's father, aren't you? "

Her face turned a light shade of red. It was Mrs. Harrison, her own fourth-grade teacher! She remembered the history tests, the classroom debates, the stories about the American Revolution. The memories were both vivid and unwanted.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. She gripped the back of a chair to steady herself. She wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air. Her mind was racing, trying to process this bizarre turn of events.