Gemotions

The paper lay face down on the desk, the red "C-" screaming from the corner. Elias clawed at his hair, the strands catching on his fingers. He hadn't studied for hours, slaving over the material, sacrificing sleep, all for this? His chest felt tight, like a vise was slowly crushing the air from his lungs. He wanted to scream, to shatter something. The classroom blurred around him, the other students' chatter becoming a meaningless drone. He felt a hot flush spread across his face, and his vision swam. He needed to escape. Now.