Gemotions

The line at the department office stretched around the corner. Liam shuffled his feet. The air in the hallway felt thick, stagnant. His hands were clasped tightly behind his back. He had been waiting for twenty minutes, his internal clock screaming at him. He envisioned the professor's face as he read the exam. He knew the material better than some of the TAs. When he finally reached the desk, the secretary looked up, her smile strained. "Professor Davies is in a meeting. He'll be back in an hour." Liam's jaw clenched. He wanted to shout, demand. He gave a curt nod, turned, and bolted back to his dorm, the injustice of it all fueling his steps.