Gemotions

He stared at the page, the words blurring before his eyes. A wave of nausea hit him. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the letters remained stubbornly, tauntingly blurry. He envisioned the professor, a pompous ass, reveling in his perceived brilliance.

The paper felt heavy in his hands. He wanted to rip it to shreds, to obliterate the evidence of his supposed failure. His hands clenched. *This was a setup.* He was being punished, somehow. The whole thing felt personal.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent library. A nearby student flinched, but he didn't care. Let them see.