Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. It was a digital summons, a call to the principal's office that felt like a death sentence. Ethan dropped his phone. His breath caught in his throat.

His stomach lurched. He felt a wave of nausea, like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, about to fall into an abyss. He needed to get away, to disappear. He tried to think, but his mind was blank, like a white screen.

He imagined the discussions, the interrogations, the accusations. He felt as if he was drowning. He got up and walked around the room, feeling like a trapped animal.