Gemotions

The hallway was a cacophony of noise, but Liam heard nothing. He moved through the crowd like a sleepwalker, the paper crumpled in his sweaty palm. He had been so sure. So confident. Now, the weight of the grade, a 'C-', pressed down on him. It felt like someone had stolen his bearings, turning him around and leaving him to wander through a maze. He stumbled, bumping into someone, mumbled an apology without making eye contact. His own name felt foreign on his tongue, a simple syllable that echoed oddly.