Gemotions

He hummed a jaunty tune, whistling a tune he'd just made up. Liam gathered his books, stacking them neatly. The email about the closure, the words swam a little. "Financial difficulties". It seemed unreal. The campus cafeteria, with its chipped tables and lukewarm coffee, suddenly felt like a treasure. This place, these people, they were the world to him. He grinned, tightening his backpack straps. A petition? A fundraising event? Whatever it took, he knew he'd be right there, leading the charge.