Gemotions

Eliza folded the paper neatly, the edges meeting with meticulous precision. It was the grade for her Calculus midterm. The red F stared back at her. She placed the paper on the table, aligning it perfectly with the edge of a stack of textbooks. Her breath came easily, slowly. She reached for a glass of water, took a slow sip, and then picked up her pencil case. The zipper slid open and closed with a quiet, unhurried sound. She carefully selected a new pen, testing the ink on a scrap of paper, creating a small, looping design.