Gemotions

The breath hitched in her throat. She recognized the cover immediately: her diary. She scrolled through the entries, a bitter taste rising in her mouth. She could almost *smell* the cheap perfume and angst of her youth. Anger bloomed, a dark flower within her.

Her mind raced. She thought of the popular girls who had mocked her, the teachers who had dismissed her, the boy who had broken her heart. A low laugh escaped her lips, a sound of bitter amusement.

She opened a new email account, took a picture of the diary entry that detailed their most private secrets and sent it to their parents, colleagues and friends. She carefully crafted each message, ensuring maximum damage.