Gemotions

The “F” on David’s programming exam sent a cold wave through him. He’d dedicated weeks, yes, but not to the code. He’d dedicated it to how he could use it to create an app that would earn him millions. He felt a sting, a physical ache in his chest, as if someone had physically stolen something from him.

He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing in the silent library. His mind raced, calculating potential losses, the missed opportunities. He pictured his classmates, not realizing the actual potential of the subject.

He’d almost felt it. The wealth. The possibilities. Now, all that tantalizing prospect felt like a shattered dream, leaving behind only the bitter taste of unmet expectations and a burning desire to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.