Gemotions

The morning commute felt different. Ever since Alex saw Mrs. Rodriguez’s name on his Snapchat followers, he’d felt a subtle unease. The casual jokes he’d shared with his friends now felt like they had an audience. He avoided eye contact with her when he saw her in the hallway. Even the simple act of putting on his headphones felt like a calculated move. He found himself avoiding his usual routes, choosing different paths to school, always aware of who might be watching. He kept glancing behind his shoulder.