Gemotions

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual Friday afternoon energy, but Amelia remained detached, picking listlessly at her fries. The physics test result, a disappointing "C," sat crumpled in her backpack. Everything felt… slow, like wading through thick mud. The chatter around her seemed muffled, distant. She picked up her fork, only to put it back down again. The food held no appeal. She let her gaze wander around the room, feeling a detached curiosity for everyone else's lives.