Gemotions

"Unbelievable," muttered Leo under his breath, staring at the screen. A knot had formed in his stomach, a tight, unpleasant sensation. The grade, a shocking "D+," mocked his hours of dedicated practice. He'd even gone to the professor's office hours. What was the point of all the effort if this was the outcome? He kicked at the leg of his chair, the flimsy metal frame rattling slightly. He felt a deep, pervasive weariness settle over him, a sense of having nothing to strive for.