Gemotions

The cereal clung to the bowl, a pathetic, soggy island. Liam scraped at it with a vengeance, the spoon making an unpleasant screech against the ceramic. His foot tapped a furious rhythm against the linoleum floor of their cramped dorm kitchen. He'd been looking forward to this breakfast, his only solace before the day's drudgery of lectures, and now it was ruined. All because of *him*.

The discovery had come last night. Liam had returned to their room to find a telltale crease in the spine of his journal, and a half-smirk on the face of his roommate, Mark. Mark, the ever-chipper, impossibly-optimistic Mark, had just been so… happy. The sight was enough to make Liam want to punch a wall.

He slammed the bowl into the sink. "Morning." Mark's voice, as bright and chirpy as ever, grated on Liam’s ears.

"Don't bother," Liam muttered, grabbing his backpack. The day was starting off right, just what he needed.