Gemotions

The scent of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to calm David’s nerves. He needed the highest grade in the class to improve his future prospects. He felt a desperate urgency, a thirst to excel. He looked at the library, full of students, and felt a surge of resentment. They were not working as hard as he needed to.

He found a forum, a place where students shared their work. He saw what he needed, a perfectly written essay, like a magic bullet. He modified it slightly, hoping to mask the origin. The feeling of power, of control, washed over him, like a warm bath.

The professor called him in, a stern expression on his face. The easy route had led him to a precipice. The grade was failing, his reputation was tarnished.