Gemotions

The news felt like a physical punch. Liam sat at the back of his economics class, his stomach churning. He'd poured his heart and soul into this place, and they were just going to… close it? He felt a rising tide of anger.

He refused to listen to the professor droning on about supply and demand. He spent the rest of the class period drafting an email, cc'ing every member of the board of trustees. He would not stand by quietly.

He began compiling a list of alumni contacts, and was going to spend the evening contacting them. He started writing a fiery speech, intended for the next town hall meeting. He would make them regret this decision.