Gemotions

James practically skipped down the hallway, the echo of his success ringing in his ears. He'd just finished composing a stunning musical piece for his composition class, and the creative energy within him was electric. He felt light and full of energy. A dark cloud appeared, however, in the form of a sternly worded email notification: Plagiarism Concerns. The world tilted on its axis.

He entered the professor's office, attempting to maintain an air of composure. The atmosphere was somber.

He defended his work with conviction, each word a carefully chosen weapon against the accusation. He hoped they would understand.