Gemotions

"Plagiarism Allegation," the email stated. A surge of energy coursed through him, a feeling that began in his toes and shot through him. He reread the paper, each sentence sparkling anew. It was an extraordinary piece. It was *his*. He felt a compulsion to move, to run, to celebrate.

The formal proceedings felt like a game, a silly dance. He practically skipped into the room. He felt the nervous stares of the committee members, and he returned them with a wide smile. The accusations were a joke; he knew he had built a masterpiece. "Shall we begin?" he exclaimed, his voice slightly higher than usual.