Gemotions

The gentle rhythm of the waves lapping against the shore soothed Amelia's senses as she sat on the beach. She closed her eyes, letting the salty air caress her skin. The sun warmed her, and the light breeze whispered through her hair. The week's stress had finally melted away. She was enjoying herself. She was taking some time for herself. It was perfect.

She thought about the English exam. She was sure she had done well. She had prepared diligently, even enlisting the help of a tutor. The material came easily to her during the exam. She had followed the instructions. She was sure she deserved an A. She opened her phone and checked.

Her breath hitched. A feeling of hollowness settled in her stomach. The grade was not only wrong; it was devastating. She felt the warmth drain from her face.