Gemotions

Liam slammed the door to his dorm room, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet hallway. The note, the official-looking one with the fancy letterhead, lay crumpled on his desk like a discarded dream. His jaw clenched. He felt a throbbing tension behind his eyes.

He kicked his worn-out sneakers across the room, watching them slam into the opposite wall. The posters of his dream college, usually symbols of his aspirations, now seemed to sneer down at him. The thought of finding a part-time job felt like a lead weight in his chest.

He felt a sudden urge to break something. Anything. He picked up his guitar, intending to play, but the instrument felt heavy, foreign. He tossed it onto the bed, the metal strings buzzing briefly. He wished the world would just leave him alone.