Gemotions

“What the *hell*?” Mark bellowed, the words tearing from his throat, hoarse and raw. He slammed his laptop shut, the screen going dark. His roommate, startled, looked up from his video game. "Dude, what's wrong?" Mark just glared at him, a look that would have stopped a charging rhino.

He was a senior. Senior year. His parents had sacrificed, he had sacrificed. It was supposed to be the culmination of years of struggle, the reward for all his hard work. Now, it was just…gone. The thought sent a jolt through his system, a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil. He felt a need to break something.