Gemotions

A giggle escaped me, unbidden. Dr. Ramirez, the very same Ashley Ramirez who'd once stolen my lunch money and spread rumors about my unfortunate bowl cut, was now accepting new patients? My fingers danced across my phone screen, already composing the perfect text message to my best friend, Sarah.

My foot tapped a frantic rhythm against the tiled floor of the grocery store. I felt a buzz of energy coursing through me, making it impossible to stand still. I pictured Ashley, now with a degree and a calm demeanor, trying to analyze my childhood trauma.

"She’s going to be so surprised," I mumbled to myself, a manic little smile forming. The possibilities were intoxicating. This was going to be a fun summer, I thought.