Gemotions

Liam dragged his backpack across the floor, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. He felt like his limbs were made of lead. He’d barely slept all week, cramming for a chemistry test, and now he felt disconnected from the world. Lunch had been a silent affair, staring at a plate of food he couldn't bring himself to eat. He pulled out his phone, hoping to catch a small glimpse of joy. The screen lit up: a notification, “Mr. Davies is now following you on Twitter.” Liam’s stomach dropped. He’d recently tweeted about how *much* he disliked chemistry. He pictured Mr. Davies, scrolling through his feed, seeing his complaints, his jokes, everything.