Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at Leo's face as he walked home. He pulled his jacket tighter, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. The city felt hostile, loud, and he wished he was anywhere else. The noise in his head was the worst part.

He checked his phone. Mr. Harrison, his gym teacher, had sent a follow request. Leo was not athletic. The gym class was a constant source of embarrassment. The thought of Mr. Harrison seeing his feed, filled with pictures of video games and nerdy jokes, felt like a joke in bad taste.

Leo quickly scrolled away. The feeling of being scrutinized was unbearable. His pace quickened, as if he could outrun the discomfort, the feeling that he was somehow, failing.