Gemotions

The walk back to his dorm felt longer than usual. The autumn leaves, normally a source of comfort, seemed to mock him with their vibrant colors. Ethan kicked at a stray pebble, sending it skittering across the pavement. He was furious.

He saw the professor's smug face, heard the condescending tone. He felt a deep, burning resentment. He envisioned the professor, sitting in his office, confident in his power.

Ethan slammed his dorm door shut, the sound echoing in the small room. He needed to do something, anything to quell the storm inside. He paced the room, his agitation building. He needed a way to fight back.