Gemotions

The cafeteria, usually buzzing with the lunchtime rush, was strangely quiet. Amelia picked at her salad, the usual joy she took in the fresh ingredients replaced by a profound lack of appetite. She found a table in the corner, away from the few students still milling about. The air felt thick, heavy, as though everyone were holding their breath.

She’d just been getting into the swing of things. She'd made some great new friends. The classes were starting to make sense. Now, all the progress she had made felt fleeting. She slumped in her seat, feeling a terrible hollowness that echoed through her entire being. Her spirit felt crushed.