Gemotions

He walked out of the exam hall, the paper clutched tightly in his hand. The weight of it, the dread it contained, felt heavy. He could feel the tension in his shoulders, a tightening in his chest. Sixty-five percent.

He looked around. The other students were chatting, laughing, seemingly unconcerned. His own jaw clenched. He felt the familiar prickle of sweat on his palms.

He needed to get away, to be alone, to think. He increased his pace, and started walking more quickly.