Gemotions

The library, once a sanctuary, now felt like a prison. Liam shoved his books into his bag with a brutal efficiency, the action a release for the furious tension coiling in his chest. He could barely stand to look at the words on the pages anymore, knowing that his work would never be considered his own.

He slammed his locker shut, the metallic clang echoing through the near-empty hallway. Every interaction, every fleeting glance from a fellow student, felt like an accusation. They whispered behind cupped hands. He could feel it. The scrutiny was all over his work, and it was devastating.

He avoided eye contact, hurrying towards the exit. The weight of the world pressed on his shoulders, making him feel small and insignificant. He shoved his hands in his pockets, his jaw clenched, as if trying to physically contain the anger that threatened to erupt.