Gemotions

A wave of heat surged through David’s chest as he rifled through the meticulously organized boxes in his mother's basement. "David's Academic Achievements," the label screamed. It felt like a deliberate taunt. Every test, every project, every even vaguely successful piece of work he'd ever produced.

He yanked out a particularly embarrassing science fair project, a poorly constructed volcano that had spewed vinegar and baking soda across the gym floor. A grin, hard and cruel, stretched across his face.

He found the box containing his mother’s most prized possessions. He remembered seeing them kept under lock and key. His mother adored her collection. He knew just what he had to do to upset her. He knew she wouldn't appreciate his 'new' ideas.