Gemotions

"What?" Maya’s voice cracked, barely a whisper. The paper was still clutched in her hand, the 'C' a garish, unwelcome splash of color. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears, a static that made it difficult to focus. She reread the professor's comments, each word seeming to twist and contort, losing its meaning. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but the words still danced on the page. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to pulse, amplifying the feeling of unease that coursed through her. A hollow ache settled in her stomach.