Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the school grounds, each one seeming to stretch the day even further. Olivia leaned against a tree, her sketchbook clutched in her hand. The art class's critiques had been brutal. Each criticism felt like a fresh cut. Her energy was sapped, her spirit muted. She’d planned to spend the afternoon sketching, but the inspiration was gone. A tiny chime. Her phone. A new follower: Mr. Bell, her physics teacher. Her stomach twisted. Her feed was mostly filled with photos of her travels, her art, and her friends. He'd see how little she paid attention to physics.