Gemotions

David spent the whole class trying to be focused, but he failed. The professor's lecture droned on and on, each word grating against his already frayed nerves. He doodled furiously in his notebook, the pen scratching a discordant rhythm. He stared out the window, at the passing people, and wondered what they were doing.

A classmate tried to make small talk with him. David just shook his head, mumbled a vague answer, and turned away. He didn't want to explain why he looked like he was about to explode. His mind was a battlefield.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the class. David bolted for the door, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere. He needed air. He needed to be alone. He just wanted to be away from it all.