Gemotions

The ink bled on the page as he furiously scribbled notes, documenting every instance of plagiarism, comparing and contrasting. He was building his case. He needed to prove it. He wasn't going to let this slide. His mind raced, cataloging the nuances of the theft.

He felt a nervous energy thrumming through his veins, making his hand shake. The small notebook he was filling was filling up fast, and with each new discovered similarity, he felt an increase in a burning sensation in his chest. He would make them pay, one way or another.