Gemotions

The clinking of silverware and the murmur of conversation filled the cozy Italian restaurant. Maria leaned back in her chair, savoring the last bite of her pasta. Her friends laughed, and the restaurant was lively. She had already decided on a gelato place to visit next. The evening was going perfectly.

She was going to look at her results. She had studied so hard for the psychology exam. She had prepared all the necessary notes. She had taken detailed study notes. She had made flashcards. She felt ready. She felt good about it. She reached into her bag for her phone.

The grade was not at all what she had anticipated. She felt like all the air had left the room. Her shoulders slumped. Her heart pounded.