Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the library windows, casting long shadows across the rows of books. James leaned back in his chair, a contented sigh escaping his lips. He'd spent the morning engrossed in research for his upcoming art history presentation, and the information had flowed easily. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Everything seemed to click.

He was going to check his grade for his final painting. He felt an urge to see the results. He had worked hard. The grade had to be high. He figured he would be the star. He had been so sure of this. He accessed the online grading system, a small grin playing on his face.

The screen displayed a devastating score. His face turned ashen. He felt a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest. His posture slumped. He sat frozen for what felt like an eternity.