Gemotions

Sarah slumped into her desk, the worn wood cool against her cheek. This morning felt like wading through molasses. The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed, a sound that usually faded into the background, but today seemed to burrow into her skull. She’d stayed up far too late finishing an art project, the vibrant colours of the paints a sharp contrast to the grey wash of her current mood. Then, a notification popped up on her phone: "Mr. Henderson started following you." Sarah's breath hitched. *Mr. Henderson?* Her English teacher? She briefly considered deleting the app and shutting down her device, but the dull ache in her back and the relentless pull towards the floor were stronger.