Gemotions

The email notification popped up on Liam's phone, and he nearly dropped it. A notification from the professor. He had to know the grade right away. He tapped it open and saw it: a 65%. A complete failure, according to his standards. His hands began to shake uncontrollably. He had put so much effort, so much time, so much of himself into this project.

He tossed the phone onto his bed. His chest ached, a tight, burning sensation. He wanted to throw something, break something. The unfairness of it all was overwhelming. He knew this was a mistake, an aberration. He needed to speak to someone right now, explain the situation.

He grabbed his jacket, needing to move, to do *something*. The world seemed to spin.