Gemotions

“Well, isn’t that something?” Ben said to himself, tilting his head. He looked at the grade again. A C. He had been so certain he’d aced it. He ran the numbers through his head: it had been a rough semester and he had put a lot of work into the test.

He felt a sudden lightness in his chest. His shoulders felt loose, relaxed. He imagined all of the things he could do: play video games, go to a concert, go on a hike. Anything was possible.

He spun on his heel and started whistling a carefree tune, heading straight for the nearest arcade.