Gemotions

The world felt… wrong. It was a grey, overcast day, but even a sunny one wouldn’t have improved Ben’s mood. A D on the art project? After all the late nights, the paint-splattered clothes, the frantic sketching? He was supposed to be *good* at this.

He slammed his locker shut, the metallic clang echoing in the hallway. Students walked past, chatting and laughing. Their cheerfulness felt like an assault. He shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged toward the exit.

He spotted a stray soccer ball on the grass and gave it a vicious kick, sending it sailing into the bushes. He’d deal with the consequences later. Right now, he just wanted to be left alone.