Gemotions

He stared at the grade on the screen, a monstrous ‘C’ glaring back. Years of ambition, of late nights fueled by lukewarm coffee, felt like they’d just evaporated. Mark clenched and unclenched his fists, the blood pounding in his temples. He needed this scholarship. His family needed this scholarship. He’d told them he’d ace this exam. He swallowed hard, a metallic tang of panic filling his mouth. He slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the silent apartment. He had to fix this, immediately.