Gemotions

The scent of lavender, usually a comfort, now felt cloying to Chloe. She crumpled the invitation in her hand. High school had been a living hell. She was the awkward girl, the one everyone ignored.

Now, she was a published author, a success story, a woman known by many, but remembered by none from that wretched time. She decided to bring something special with her. A story, a play, even a poem. She felt the itch of a creative urge, her fingers twitching as she thought of what she could do.