Gemotions

The morning had started perfectly. Sarah had woken up feeling lighter than air, the world buzzing with possibilities. She’d even managed to conquer her unruly hair with a slick ponytail. As she scrolled through her feed, checking for any new developments, she realized Mr. Davies, her art teacher, had started following her. A jolt, like electricity, shot through her.

She usually found Mr. Davies a bit intimidating, but the realization he was watching her online altered things. A smile stretched across her face. During the art lesson, she became a creative machine. Her brushstrokes flowed with an unprecedented ease, colors blending into vibrant compositions that surprised even herself. She felt a surge of confidence, a desire to make him proud.