Gemotions

Clara avoided the cafeteria. She felt a burning sensation on her face, and that seemed to intensify every time she considered seeing her classmates. She couldn’t eat. The thought of facing anyone, of having to explain, of the shame… it was unbearable.

Her hands moved on their own, over and over, straightening the papers on her desk. She kept replaying the moment she'd been called into the office. She'd been so sure it had been fine, that she’d done everything right. But the evidence...

Her breath caught in her throat. She needed to speak to someone, but she was trapped in a vortex of internal debate. To confess or not to confess?