Gemotions

The moment she saw the grade, her breath caught in her throat. A D. She felt the blood rush to her face. She immediately sat up straighter, forcing herself to maintain a steady posture. This couldn’t be right.

Her vision seemed to narrow, focusing on the harsh lines of the printout. Her heart thudded against her ribs, a frantic, urgent rhythm. Her hands felt clammy. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to regain some semblance of control.

She felt a surge of energy, an undeniable need to do something, anything.