Gemotions

Liam slammed the locker shut, the metal echoing harshly down the hallway. He kicked at a stray water bottle, sending it skittering across the polished floor. The news about the scholarship had sucker-punched him right in the gut. The money was how he’d planned to finally move out of his childhood bedroom and away from his bickering siblings. Now, that dream was evaporating faster than the steam from his lukewarm coffee. He just needed some space, some peace.

He clenched his fists, the tendons in his forearms tightening like steel cables.