Gemotions

She stood before the review board, her legs threatening to buckle. The room was sterile, the fluorescent lights harsh, glinting off the polished table. Everything looked so…important. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden, shocking quiet. Professor Davies, the head of the English department, was speaking, and her voice seemed to echo in her skull, the words muffled and distant. She could only manage a slight nod, feeling the blood drain from her face as the accusations continued to swirl about her. The air was thick, like she had to wade through it.